more poetry time.....
Plucking the strings of my mind
humming a tune to my madness
You mock me with your daily grind
and turn my heart to sadness.
Swallow my skills with a careless thought
and steal the hope that I sing of
You laugh in my face at being caught
and yet you desire my hate as if it were love.
Sitting back on your rocking chair
sneer upon your face
I don't know how much more I can bear
and still manage to keep my grace.
A slap to the cheek from a best friend
would be a gift compared to your brand of hate.
Relentless and evil, when will it end?
Is this all there is? Is this my fate?