Words can stab like swords
Ripping, tearing at the flesh,
If only you could comprehend
We wouldn't even be in this mess
Everytime someone crosses you
Your devilish anger kicks right into gear,
Ripping, tearing at my soul
It's me, someone you thought dear
If you would look in a mirror
Take in the reflection looking back,
Those green eyes staring back at you
Are the ones with you attack
It seems as only one lives here
Always having his way,
If we ever cross his path
All the day we pay
Kids grow up like their parents
They do just what they see,
What will our two do
After they see you yelling at me?
Author notes
THIS WAS A BAD PATCH IN OUR LIVES. THANK GOD IT'S PASSED.
POETDONTKNOWIT
A contest entry
- The Laughs of Society by bloved.
550 points, ended August 2, 2007, 28 entries
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