Like You

Like You

I'm no good at drawing, since I dont draw like you.

I draw with a computer mouse, liner and unrealistically.

You draw with a pen, dancing on the paper and recreating the things you see.

I'm no good at singing, since I don't sing like you.

I sing quietly, with no flow, a broken hum in the background.

You sing proudly, and can go up and down and back again, you're supposedly the best around.

I'm no good at poetry, since I dont write like you.

I bleed words onto the page, raw and unedited, too tired for my age.

You dazzle with words, sketching pictures with metaphors and simile, a painting on a page.

I'm not a good person like you, I'm full of ache and disappointment.

I compare and contrast in my head, never satisfied with what I do.

I know you do the same, just hide it better, something such an open book like me cant hope to.

I am not a victim.

I am ready to bleed to prove that.

I am ready to press my metal deep into you,

If I ever feel like a cornered animal.

I will fight you with all my fury and my passion.

I will fight you with blade, tooth, and nail,

Because I am not a victim.

And I never will be again.

It's absolutely beautiful outside today

Gonna read Lord of the Flies again so I can relive my trauma

Ace (A) Scorpion! 

Yesterday I yelled.

I didnt kick or scream or cry,

No, the crying came when the consequences caught up to me.

I looked him in his eyes and yelled for him to stop,

For it was all building up to be too much.

Today, he steps quietly around me,

Scared that he might set me off again.

I don't like that taste in my mouth that comes with dominance gained.