I thought you would be proud
In a good way
In the way every child hope's their mother sees them
You didn't even bat a lash
You tore me to the floor
Calling me attention whore
I didn't understand
The way you lashed
You reached inside my heart and burned it to ash
You broke me.
You broke the child inside.
My heart turned to glass
Rapid crash
I sit alone on the chipped paint stairs
Obtaining every toxic word
I'm deprived of the pain
I learned to cry, with dried eyes.
You broke me, you shattered
The child inside
I'm gutting with glass
Everyone around decapitates to ash
No matter how many tears I shared, how many threats I cried
You in the end, still side
With him.
He,
you saw was great
But to others a masked manipulated soul.
He wasn't afraid of what I might do, he was afraid of me.
Afraid I had no limits
He was a demon who played with my soul, my feelings, that vanished your opinions,
Your opinions, your morals, the forgotten trait, that made you the imperfect brilliant you once were.
He made you him.
You let him win
He didn't care about me
He dosent care about you
He cares about the reflection, reputation, sex, religioned love
That all ended in Rapid crash
He had no care.
Reputation was his purpose
His true love
What people say, think, believe
"Dont care what people think" he says
Yet that seats the only key to his heart
Acceptance
Affirmation
Worship
He worships God
But would (has?),
Make a deal with the devil
Hypocrite
The talent of manipulation
Brain washer
He brain washed, you
Everyone
Only I, the China doll
Can see
Right through the mask.
The mask, the illusion
Rapid clash
Rapid
Crash.
Now take off your mask.
YOU ARE READING
Innocence Ends.
PoetryThis is my Poetry... I never ever write poetry that relates to me as a human being. I like to come up with bold and different character. Hope you enjoy. My work is very deep and metaphoric. I wonder if you can find the hidden messages, or even the...
