Thoughts of My ReflectionA Poem by Brad PSpeaks for itselfSitting down, staring at my
reflection, Why do I see a stranger looking
back at me? Stressed from inaction, let me
backtrack, My thoughts moving so rapidly, See snapshots of my past where
everyone’s together happily, Still my demons snap at me, telling
me to make the same mistakes, But how much pains it take to
change, then keep up with the change of pace, My brain’s at stake, I’m sane, just waiting for these
chains to break, They say the game is fake, But its not a game, still I’m sick
of blaming fate, From all this strain I shake, Im so drained I can’t contain my
hate, Its aimed at fakes, snitches, And i’m ripping those that came for
rape, And all the pedophiles that always
seem to get a bible, You want forgiveness for your sins? Hold up, let me get my rifle, I almost never smile, because I’m
sick of hypocrites, I hope they slit their wrists-- S**t, I’m just sick of this, Vindictiveness, This s**t, It’s just ridiculous, Its grows inside me, holds me,
smiling, While I’m moving, aimless, all
across the island, © 2016 Brad PReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 19, 2016 Last Updated on January 19, 2016 AuthorBrad PFARMINGDALE, NYAboutWriter of poetry and fiction, aspiring author of fiction. I am an avid reader, preferably fiction. I am one of those people that if asked my favorite author, my response is, "Can I give you my top fiv.. more..Writing
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