I didn't like the way you glanced,
I didn't like the way you gazed,
l didn't like the way you whispered to
the other man's ear.
I didn't like the comments you made,
I didn't like the vibe you were giving my way,
I didn't like the way you smiled.
But you didn't care
that I didn't like.
You didn't care, who I was.
You just didn't care,
because you stepped close anyways
I don't understand how the victim is the one to be blamed, as the predator goes off easily. The sensitive ones blamed for how they feel as their reaction are blown out of proportion while the predator gaslights and walk off with no responsibility or consequence for their action. Why is that salt is added to wound, trigger pulled on a trigger while the perpetuators, manipulators walk off free. I don't understand why the victims suffer, while the predators are glorified. I don't understand, and maybe by breathing naivety never will.
- To the many things, I fail to understand about this world
For a very long time,
I wondered what was my mistake?
What did I do to deserve it?
Did I attract you?
because I never meant to.
But now I realise,
It didn't matter
who I was,
where I was,
what I wore.
Because the person to blame
wasn't me, but you all along.
The little squirrel enjoyed its nutty meal
Happy it squealed
The preying bird perched high in the tree
Happy, enjoyed its meal
As the squirrel squealed its last
While the little squirrel lived its nutty fruity dream
The days, they flee like frightened prey
From ravenous needs of the past,
Appetite that feeds on today,
Voracious hunger’s everlast.
Still open wounds prey on the weak,
Tomorrow’s young without defense.
It’s deadly game of hide and seek,
It’s pain’s surviving consequence.
Tomorrow has not built the strength
To outrun this ferocity,
Anger pursues and shortens length
So it can feed on what could be.
The ruthless past pursues to feed
In service to instinct to ****,
Attack and let the future bleed,
To prey on time so it stands still.
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**** this stupid
country of ours.
This desolate land
My skin is too soft,
My heart is too weak
to be dragged up and down coasts
Chasings stories and heartache.
A mail-order bride,
A ******* for love,
who ran to the
The power of evil is rapturous...
...heaven here on Earth,
Animal has escaped