The Sharpest Blade To Ever Cut
I try to fight it,
But it comes in my sleep,
This pain is a stand up bit,
The people laugh; while i weep.
Their words have been transformed,
From praise to "pray for better days",
See; now my dreams are burned,
In oh so many ways.
How can I compete,
With those who live this life,
I am simply a child sulking in defeat,
While they go home to their child and wife.
This writing is my my savior,
My higher power,
Leading me to become happier,
Every hour.
So what is sharper,
Than any blade that has ever cut?
These words hurled by a stranger,
Someone with nothing better than to set,
Dreams to burn and turn passion to anger.
They can cut your soul,
Turn your thoughts against you,
So avoid dipping into their malevolent pool,
Reflect on love over hate and you can find happiness too.
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