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Aug 2018
Hallway filled with shoves
With teachers that only shrug
Like they can’t see me
being treated as a bug
Verbally I’m pelted with insecurities
Despite my maturity through the obscurity
My eyes closed are the only time I feel purity
Insert my dream state
While I control my fate
Pain starts to decimate
While my imagination starts to escape
The pink clouds appear
With blue colored grass near
Unless I kept my eyes closed
I don’t know if I can keep up this
Happy masquerade pose

Fat *** to twig
No matter if I wear a wig
I’m still a bullies guinea pig
Used for your amusement
While cuts on my thighs become rent
That I pay so I can feel repent
From the words you invent
My world goes dark
So reality goes in park
Flying around like I’m stark
My image isn’t a dart board
That makes me bored so I dart
Because not feeling is how it starts
Maybe my life needs to depart
So people can get my art

He was my knight in shining armor
To bad he a violent farmer
Pruning my leaves he such a charmer
Let the night go on
I made be a ding ****
Cause my bell stay rung
But with no sight in my life
I can finally grab that colorful new knife
Head upstairs and get close to him
As his beautiful wife then slowly
Slice open his throat like wildlife
Now my fantasy has taken hold
With my four year old walking in as if wearing a blindfold
I rise up from the head of the household
To my child so cold, I wish I controlled
How this story unfold
Miguel Carmona III
Written by
Miguel Carmona III  28/M/Atlanta
(28/M/Atlanta)   
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