Electric rage tingles
to the ends of my fingers—
clothed in the tatters of my
self-respect, I am a creature
frighteningly alive,
ready to shatter the world
with a single thought;
I am the screaming wind,
peeling arrogant mountains
from their pedestals,
leaving ruin in my wake.
My tolerance for weakness
is low today—mine or anyone else’s;
I have as much empathy for you
as for a spider under
a small boy’s magnifying glass.
Pity yourself.
I won’t.
You, with your easy, careless way—
Smile, and bestow upon me knighthood;
touch my shoulder with your royal scepter
and raise me from the
insignificant ashes of strife
that must somehow be my fault,
for no such ills befall you.
Hypocrite.
Tonight I hate you,
because you are so like me.
Author notes
Chittering voices in my head, mocking me, laughing at my weakness, my inability to stand and be strong...emotions are to be ripped out and burned in the fires of hell...
Yeah, it's emo...have I lost my touch? :-)
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Wow
Just a little honesty? lol Boy you words speak out about many who grace the pages of life and AP. Even a little self loath [ which one on here claims is my problem] But the depth of yoour words echo in my ears.Your talent is wonderful
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