You want words?
Fine.
A poem born in the dark,
Posted under borrowed light — right?
You chase beauty
Because you’re scared of the blight.
You hide in daylight,
Where nothing really shines,
Yet you still commit the crime
Just to earn a ******* dime.
Yeah, right.
You call it pride,
But it’s fear inside.
You drink outside,
Act like you’ve survived,
But you’re hollow.
No one sees what you’ve swallowed.
You want a poem?
Look at the line —
Where the girl’s always right,
And you still want to fight.
You walk with pride,
Like you won the night.
You dream her.
You please her.
You think you ******* deserve her.
Your mind’s disturbed.
You smile soft,
But fall hard —
Every **** time.
You want redemption?
Then speak.
But you’re weak.
You preach dreams
But drown in extremes.
You try,
You cry,
But never ask why.
You bleed in silence,
Cling to violence,
Think pain is defiance.
And still —
You think this is poetry?
Alright —
This is your poem’s ******* theme.
