PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

How can words be weapons when all they release,
is the pain that is inside of me, can't it be,
what you demand it to be, a simple release,
instead of permanently fake rolling, grinding your teeth,

the rage i release on a page is like this demon,
that runs wild in my mind always screamin,
just stay creative and make sure you get whats deserved,
forget some native and keep your heart reserved,

for a real girl who looks you in your eyes,
never could look at you and speak one lie,
cause i have a confession, i've played the fool,
but one thing i haven't is the never ending ghoul,

that always haunts you when you're alone thinking,
sounding the alarm that means this boats sinking,
i was born to resist and not be abused,
but every girl can say i gave what i was supposed to.