Fifty Odd Stories
I feel so fucking loved
there, I've said it
now rise above it all
Hateful looks and spiteful words
littering the unstable air
no one really cares
aggravation is all I've ever heard
Sweet little 'fuck yous'
bounce off this indifference
I will never be this person
who nods in agreement
to every little quip
issued from your lips
Remembering the bullies from school?
well, you married one
and you turned a blind eye
to everything he's contrived and done
to sever me, to hurt me
to punish me, to usurp me
But I'm too clever
and I will never allow such a simpleton
with a missing brain stem
to disrupt his version
of my reality
He takes it to a grade school level
but I'm an adult now
with my past to guide me
and the teenager inside
is seething with anger
for he's the devil incarnate
and won't put up with any rhetoric
With my vision and years
his prison and tears
together, forming a key
a bond which can only strengthen me
Heaven help the person
who riles me to the bone
head first through a picture glass window
sailing fifty odd stories below
mathiasthom
written 11/29/09
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