Explicit

In explicit forms of violence through tone

physical attribution and emotional absence

a thought so overused by the mind of the adolsecence

for some it is it those who are distant

and others..the ones that are persistent

For me..

it was my own mind

In explicit forms of violence through mourning

disdain and regret

Because..

In explicit forms of violence negatvity around me would lash so powerfully

I would believe...

making me my own worst enemy

The cackles and shrieks from gods overlookers upon me

inflicted a tone within me

so negatively

that I believed..

burned into my chest is worthlessness

in explicit forms of violence the only words

I believed..

 

I was gone.

Making me my own worst enemy

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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