Heart as Black as Your Soul

You strike first, but then I strike back!

Did you expect me to sit and take your crap?

Did you expect me to roll over and play dead?

FOR YOU???

You call foul

Lick your wounds and cry

A pathetic wail as if you were innocent.

Do you think the others care?

Did you expect me to do nothing?

To sit back and curl up in a ball

And shrink into oblivion?

While you attack me?

Did you not think I would defend myself?

I lash back, and you play the victim

Did you want me to curl up in a ball, cry and hide?

I lashed back! You couldn’t handle it.

Did you expect to hurt me?

Was that your goal?

I suppose that was your mission, to crush the things I love.

I might seem tough but I’m dying inside.

You have taken something I love and tarnished it with your words.

Your barrage of words, and actions that eat away at my soul

Warping my mind, decaying my soul

making me question everyone and everything

But I suppose that is what you wanted.

You strike first, but I strike back

The claws came out, and you cried foul

You cry and coil away when others

See you like the snake.

Is it fun to be the bully?

Do you get a rush crushing others?

I might strike back, but then I fade

I hide away and cry.

You take what I love and crush it, till it is nothing

I suppose that was your goal when your heart is black as your soul.

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