Tragedy

Your words speak tragedies,
Oh, the somber themes they portray.
Who is this great destined person,
That must overcome their character flaws?
It's me, cursed hell it is me.
This is my downfall, my destruction,
My dramatic tragedy.
What is my tragic flaw, my moral weakness?
Everything, everything I tell you.
My walls are so easy to penetrate
That's way I can't cope with these...
Unfavorable circumstances.
I cannot and will not.
I'll just ignore them,
Not recognize these things.
No, I refuse to change the things that define me.
I cannot shift my personality, my ways.
Except this or you may be worse for wear.
I'll come biting back.
You cannot restrain me,
Fight me off, run away.
I'll turn those tables,
This won't be my tragedy any longer.
Yours, I'll make it yours.
But, see, here's the thing,
My words don't speak tragedies
They breathe death.
Don't underestimate me.
I may be frail and a little too white,
But my looks are certainly deceiving.
That's what makes me so effective.
I can con you with this face,
And I will never hold back,
Not for you, not for my loved one's.
Do you want you know why?
I don't love anyone.
No one.
So I have no problems,
 With these things that I do.

Author's Note

Insight? Criticism? Anything welcome.

Reviews

[Michael X]

I really liked this, as well as the meaning behind in the way it draws the reader to self reflect on life itself, this is introspective as well. very well written.