Manic Metaphors and Sad Similes

When you see a spider what's the first thing you do?

Most would say squish it, panic, maybe even scream

That's my reaction to happiness

I don't really wanna kill it

It's just a reflex

I become so overwhelmed

Like woah when did you get here?

Is there more?

Do you have a family?

What if there's spiders worse than you?

Do you guys live in my room?

Where the hell is my shoe?

It isn't until after I've played god that i realize that I could have let it live

It was doing no wrong

In fact it was actually kind of nice

It trapped the pests of my past in its silk web

I mean we could have been friends

If I didn't let my fear of something different get the best of me

But that may be the whole point in the end

If honey attracts more flies

I would be vinegar

I can't seem to keep anything around but the dead

Their demons nest within me

They don't seem to drown

Sometimes I wonder why I let them stay around

Then again if I were to be cleansed and they went away

I'd have nothing

So I hollow myself out to be their casket

How ironic it is to be buried alive while putting something to rest

I don't know if any of this makes sense

But if life was a test

I'd have a solid c+

Not doing the greatest but at least I'm passing so that's gotta count for something right

What do you do when you best is not considered good enough

Who gave others the right to judge what I should and shouldn't be

A daisy doesn't wilt because it can't become a rose

So why should I change based on what others oppose

Growing up I knew I'd probably never have a hurricane named after me but that didn't stop me from trying to become the storm

I broke windows and made waves that swallowed all those who dared to get too close

You see I've perfected the sirens call, luring people in, searching for someone who dares to look me in the eye, I just want to find someone who will try

I've began to worry that no one is listening to the serenades I sing to anymore

There's a supposedly a calm after a storm, not that'd I know

Because in order for things to be calm, I'd have to go

I have a hard time describing myself without using a comparison

I've lost all sense of self

Like an ice cube that starts to melt

Unaware that change sometimes doesn't mean the end

I've lost a lot of friends to my destructive habits

I am the wrecking ball that tears down everything I've built

How odd it is to be both creator and destroyer

If god is real I think the devil would be a lot like him

Maybe they'd even be the same

If poetry is a prophecy

Then there is hope that I may find the answers that I'm searching for

Because every poem has an ending that comes after the climax

and though it may not be the one I wanted

there something that's so comforting about knowing that one day all of this won't matter

There will be no encore, no sequel

Just peace

And who wouldn't want that