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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lurid looks have been thrown at me Deadly daggers sent to pierce my heart Why do some insist on acting beastly waging war in attempts to tear me apart? How long can I go on pretending I'm not in pain hiding my tears by calling them emotional rain? I need compassion but I'm afraid to ask so, I conceal my trauma behind a face mask There's an art that some have honed, weapons sharpened to break my bones Not the kind of childish chiding of 'sticks and stones,' but those spoken with bitterness and taunting The kind that fires torpedoes from torrid tongues flaunting their ire and desire to wound me in a fight with words that shatter like shrapnel in flight A flame throwing pen, firing splotches of ink to pierce my skin, tattooing me with their brand Mark me as 'prey,' shooting as if in reprimand Just enough to keep me flinching... not quite dead They laugh it off, calling it 'friendly fire' No excuse accepted from those who conspire No burning steel rod can cauterize my wounds I cannot anesthetize the festering gashes A sharp-bladed tongue bites much too deep, making my blood flow in repeated clashes No mere prick or scratch do they inflict as thorns draw drops from a finger opened bare... foul words end relationships with a bullet's nick I still breathe and I've no fear to speak I've been set free, and no longer weak My tongue holds daggers of its own and it's been whetted on a grindstone I hungered for strength and parched with thirst to take vengeance as my anger grew Emotions boiled that were long past due but felling them would label me a wrong doer which is something I never want to be Vengeance will never be mine to take realizing that is what set me free Emotionally, I was a casualty, a tragic story about pens and mouths becoming an allegory Symbols used as extended metaphors But why is it I was being targeted in wars by Gollums and Freddies, and evil Chuckies? Shrapnel lodged in the heart leaves jagged scars
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