More and more
My eyes
Are becoming
As his
His blood
Is contaminating mine.
I see his evil soul
Spurring in my kind nature.
He is influincing me
I catch it all the time.
His ideals
His way of thinking
Is starting
To corrupt mine.
Im scared
i will not be like him
I swear it.
Hold me accountable.
I will never hit
Never emotionally criticize
I will not be him!
even if it means
Ending it
**before it starts

I need you
*to kiss me

I may not have heard you call my name
*but i felt your spirit

Its funny
How one person can ruin your life.
how one person can make you feel so small
Its funny
How no matter how hard you try not to let them,
How they are ****** to **** up your day.
Its also funny
How fake people can be.
How they hold up a paper mask,
But only the oppressed can see the stick.
Its funny how one can inflict such pain, both physically and mentally.
Its funny how they can **** us,
Make us feel like *******
And cowards.
Its funny
How, the ***** they are, think that they are so funny

but
It will be funny
*when the tables turn

It feels so good to work hard.
To earn the **** i deserve.
It feels so good to get up,
Get some work done,
And come home rightfully tired.
It feels so good
To use my hands to create, to build
It feels good to get frusterated,
And think of different ways to get the job done.
It feels good to do a **** good job
And earn that pride.
It feels good
To use that power drill,
Use a pack of zip ties
And hammer nails in.
It may seem little,
But i am **** thankfull
To have place
*where i am finally wanted
And needed