Slam

Do you really think this is who I want to be?

Do you think I am smiling back at me?

The outbursts and violence I see it all playing out.

The scene is moving and I am smashing everything dear to me.

No, I do not want to be Me.

You think it is pride or ignorance

You think it is careless, you think it is sharp

But let’s remember that you are talking about ME

I never wanted to be a person of impulse, a person that’s loud, or a person that is named “too much”

I see, what you see, and I hate what you see but what can I do

What can I do?!

I sit back and see this figure acting; she is smashing everything.

THEN

Then I realize it’s me and I have no control, and I just want to get out and run.

Every single thing that you hate I hate more so you cannot hurt me that much.

Every word that I say I hate more so you don’t have to remind me of my foul play.

If there were sticks I would burn me, water I’d drown me, a rope I would hang me.

Wait, I do that every day by living this way. My person is sinking down.

Do you see this, I want to show you the person that I have holding in my hand

That is who I want to be and she is not like that so can you give me break?

Tear it and turn it. Burn it and then you will know.

The person you see and you hate, I can do it much better.

My brain is turned in toward oppression. Slam.