Words were thrown into a turning wheel, Twisting and turning their meaning, Humble and thoughtful they were not, They were intended to hurt and dismay, I felt their sting and cold touch, Why was I the target of such accusations? Am I the carrion and they the scavenger? I did not deserve this, Or maybe I did.
Suspicion runs rampant No trust can be found Even when lies are recanted To their nature we’re bound Releasing the hounds Silencing sounds Of victims drowned
Suspicion exacerbation From false accusations Causing ****** lacerations Through spatial relations Like shared incarceration Or the local fascination With public ******* Or child molestation
There are horrible people out there They lack moral fiber They do the wrong thing consistently So in order to feel dignity They develop extreme compartments of honor And search so hard for instances to use it It often comes out at inappropriate moments And is used as an opportunity to signal masculinity Imagine the person constantly yelling “No one talks **** about my family/religion/country” Then flies off the handle at the slightest perceived insult This person may care about what they’re defending But their defense is about themselves And how badass and imposing they are
Conclusion jumping Hatred pumping ******* lumping The convicted with the accused So with that flawed logic used They decide to mercilessly bruise Somebody a liar happened to choose
Why do people not always believe victims of crime? The existence of liars Who taint society with their dishonesty Yet will never have to face their own impact By apologizing to a survivor no one believes For it is their kind Manipulating minds Turning men blind Until trust is resigned
The liars mix with buyers Lighting the world on fire Creating an awful empire Where the innocent are ***** And the innocent are slaughtered I don’t know much more I can take When no one seems bothered
I don’t have any answers If we make penalties harsher on liars We could discourage actual victims But the injustice victims of false accusations deal with Fills my heart with immense anger and frustration People have no faith in our flawed justice system So they look inside their own incapable minds Deeming themselves the arbiters of justice Too stupid to understand their lack of moral authority That savage nature is reflected in the punishment they inflict Innocent people die in a dark and lonely cell While the rest of us must live in this deceitful hell Where our minds are infected by hatred’s smell We must pull love up from the spiritual well To shield us from the ceaseless church bells
Those who lie Mix with grime Taking time Deciding who dies Innocent cries Muted by guys Smart as flies That hatefully wait For someone to mutilate So they can prove they’re great We must grow before it’s too late And begin living in an empathetic state
Why do I let you mess with my head? I’m always laying here clueless in bed. Trying to think of things I can shred like Zed, But we know it’s fiction, That Pulp said he’s dead. Maybe I should chill, Pop another med, But now I’m letting something else put me back in my head. I’m stranded, lonely, I only know to put paper to lead. To sum it up, You ****** me, Nuff said.
You ask a question as if you already believe I am guilty. I would never take something that doesn't belong to me, and if I did, I would ASK FIRST. I especially do not take poetry. I don't copy anyone else's work or imagination. We are all family; each of us have a marvelous ability to delve beneath layers of ourselves by writing each section on paper. Why would I borrow your layers when I have my own? Inspiration is not something a thief can steal There is the ability to grasp what is around you and feel emotions intensely, or you have a mind that moves with waves of thought and logical calculations. Borrowing someone's poetry and pretending it is yours reminds me of borrowing jewelry from friends. You make think it makes you look good, but trust me, people can tell that it doesn't belong to you
Someone close to me is accusing me of stealing their poetry from high school.