Finding Peace by Creating Chaos

If you are going to force me to walk through hell,

then I swear I will knock down everything in my path.

You will watch the cell that you’ve built me crumble to the ground

as I scratch and scream and crawl my way out.

You will see my teeth carved into fangs.

You will see my knuckles bloodied and raw.

If they think that all I am is weak,

they are dreadfully wrong.

You will see my eyes turned red.

You will see my skin turned to stone

as I burn this place to the ground,

leaving you cold, scared, alone.

If you are going to force me to walk through hell,

then, by all means,

I am taking you with me.

And I will ignite the flames

while you are the one who burns.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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