Self EsteemA Poem by LamarrWhat they done to so many.
Self esteem
They say. So in a mirror I say. In the valley I am defeated by God's cruel
kingdom
Accused of imperfection and guilty of being
everything but a child of God. At least they won't say that.
Stupid is the name Just before ugly Insignificant dummy No one loves me They say I'm worse Oh poor thing Less than nothing
Tie a noose around my neck, Shackles and a ball and chain, Just to propel the fall snap the
neck of me
You inoperable loser You bummy fool Opposite of cool Anything but perfect You need to be hurt quick
So slice my gums so I can't eat Let the huger pains throb my stomach On the outside kick and punch me Crack my ribs till my insides bleed Cut out my tongue so when I scream it's
unrecognizable Beat me like a stubborn mule use bats,
rocks, sticks, whips Strike till your hearts content Shoot me like a dog that won't hunt Hit areas that are not fatal to prolong the
suffering
I'M NO GLUTEN FOR PUNISHMENT.
Not close to good, enough of they're
suffering Without a crowd that has no in End my needless existence Be a fleeting breeze drift away and lie still Lay awake an die with sickness Whooping cough, shots of pain that stabs
and stings the brain Faithfully playing with every
nerves, hallucinating horror The crime is looking at You
So Tie a noose around my neck Shackles fitted too tightly to my writs Attach a ball and chain Let the floor cave in As I am suffocated Pointless gasp for air Set fire to my feet so I'll burn
and inhale smoke When I die break my neck just to be sure Stick a fork in me with a smile and a snack May God let me rest. I'll call this the best of times.
I'll dance my way to oblivion With wilted roses that have sharp thorns To feel the thistles pierce my palms as a grip them
tight In a all black suit, dirt stained with dried mud No blinders or black bag on my face Stare me in the eyes watch me die Don't you dare re position your focus Witness the life fade out of my eyes Observe the spectacle of a corpse As you set it on fire, dump my ashes in the ocean Until I have properly decomposed I persist upon the swaying rope Let my odious stench emanate throughout the your world After me you'll find so much You'll feel me in your sleep and awake sufficiently tired You'll bang on deaths door to appeal to me Or request an early retire, but No you will Live You will live a recurring Night terror Scream as I eat away at you Puppet prepare for me Inability to think without me on your brain Madness is my game and you all are the victim © 2014 Lamarr |
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Added on November 12, 2014 Last Updated on November 17, 2014 AuthorLamarrAboutI am a young talented writer with an extremely powerful penn. I can write about any and everything. I have survived so much, my imagination is limitless and I hope to capture everyone that reads my wo.. more..Writing
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