MonstersA Poem by Night BaneResentment and anger finally building up until you just want to do something badI'm tired of being the good child I'm tired of having to listen I'm sick of being put down Tired of the words I've been wastin
Tuned out before I open my mouth Still treated like a kid Called out on everything I do Can't they see what their words did?
I'm invisible I can't do anything right But maybe I should show them Spread my wings and fly
I've bottled up for too long Now I'm angry I know I shouldn't do this But I want chaos and misery
I want to show them what they've created It's time for them to see I want them to fear it The monster I can be
They shouldn't have said those things Shouldn't have made me feel weak Cause sometimes I hate myself And it's finally hit its peak
I'm sick of crying I'm tired of trying I refuse to be blamed any longer Cause now my hate is much stronger © 2015 Night Bane |
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1 Review Added on January 15, 2015 Last Updated on January 15, 2015 AuthorNight BaneNew York, NYAboutConcealer and blush on cannot hide the exhaustion that's written all much more nurse's cosmetic. Even if he or she wears a fashion Cherokee Scrubs or hip Dickies uniforms, the exhaustion cannot be hid.. more..Writing
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