The Other Side

Probably the corniest thing I've ever written, but I feel like I'm fighting myself sometimes, or just beating myself up. This is my response in a poem

I live in the night, like a shadow, a bad dream

Give me your rights, don’t fight, biting at your body with my teeth, I’m a fiend

Brief signs of relief, you believe that treason through screaming is your way to reason with me?

While you grieve, I smile as the bile drips down your face, truth is you’re a disgrace

Brace yourself as I hear your heart race, give me a taste or pick up the pace

I’ll chase you around town no need to frown now, how do you think that makes me feel?

I’m hungry, feed me, give me another meal

I am you, the side you can’t accept, the side that is correct, the best, will lay you to rest like the pest you are

I’m a true shooting star, well your far from me, why don’t you go drown your sorrows in the sea

Far down in the deep, forgotten, bought and sold, now your old, I’m worth gold, your nothing

I’m the best no bluffing, roughing you up sometimes isn’t enough, but I enjoy my snuff while it lasts

Laughing as I burn your existence to ash, I’m the true you who knew how to take over

And rake ya over coals colder than a fake like you could ever handle

I’ve returned to burn you over before an eyesore like you could make the rain pour

Evaporate, I’ll create a better man than you’ll ever be, your lifespan is up, but you’re going down

Say sup to the devil, because brats like you aren’t even on my level

 

But no, I refuse, I won’t give in, I won’t let you win because I can’t even begin to state the times I’ve succeeded

You may think I’m weak, unhappy, useless, but I’m more than you can take, I’ll never be defeated

I know what’s at stake, and I’ll break through you and your words, lock em’ back up in the zoo inside my head like you deserve

Because I have the nerve I won’t stop fighting for what I love and believe in, ‘till the moment I’m dead

With a lead bullet in my brain, but I won't give in to you, there's always something to do

And people I need to bleed for too

I'm not that insane so refrain from talking to me anymore

Because all your based on is my weakness and what for

 

Author's Note

Probably the corniest thing I've ever written, but I feel like I'm fighting myself sometimes, or just beating myself up. I want to break down and cry sometimes. So at least in my poems, I want to beat that feeling into submission. Who knows, maybe this will make me feel better?

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