This is me, can you see? Look at what I’ve become All that’s fallen right before me Reduces me to being numb
Manipulation is my main streak According to some opinions Unsure what has people brutally critique My reputation within everyday motions
So effortlessly they rip me apart Like wood while the weapon attacks Oblivious to my truth right from the start I’m victimized to a poleaxe
I don’t know where they came from Accusations with blunt points All that has been spilt by someone Really does disappoint
I see you there acting all cool Wait, I beg your pardon? Don’t mind me here laughing at you Diamonds are just pressurized carbon
Insanely tryna make me feel toasted You’re not and that’s very precise To all the souls who have left me ghosted Listen carefully to my advice
Never ever judge a doormat Don’t think about it at all They can make you fall flat And watch you as you fall
Introducing... Poleaxe! ---- Constructed entirely yesterday, Poleaxe came to mind resulting from recent events in my life that have basically left me perplexed and wondering how conclusions are made considering that the opinions came from something so tiny. The title itself is a word that been's written down ever since looking through a dictionary randomly during a phone call and I thought it went well with the context of the poem itself. For those wondering, I am the doormat that's subjected in the last paragraph and the message is pure and simple, I'm not someone that gets walked over easily haha. ---- Thank you for taking the time to read through this poem, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Your support and inspiration really does help me with writing more of my poetry. ---- What Did You Think? Comment & Let Me Know! ---- Who Am I? I Am AsJay ---- Instagram: @iamasjay Tumblr: @underestimated034