No scope

 No Scope

~Miss A


How is it that everything taught to the core,

Is now in disbelief, not ready to attend the lure,

Fantasies sound childish, where I'm all about the tempt,

Still the same personality, but inexcusable.

Why should I apologize, where its not my place,

Why should I limit myself, I've never bound me, why you?


But it seems this new found boldness is questionable,

Telling to doubt me, lord give me strength not to cower,

There is weight in words, and this general irrigation is circling,

Hurting people in ways, I shouldn't think of,

But I'm in the right, sadly right is not the way,

Was better before, when didn't know brutality.


Joined by virtues of a flower, I'm not sure I'm that,

But with this new perspective, I don't even wanna be that,

Misogyny is deep rooted, and unsettling,

Why does my normality, sound like a protest,

Why is this war so long, until how long do I fight,

In the end, I'll be alone, and killed for being alone.


Who do I look up to, I see no samples, 

The one who did this, seems so distant as if never there,

Maybe my features were never romantic,

How do I live a fifty years, with this boiling blood,

Who do I talk to, who would be just there hearing me,

No attack no defense, just heard, just there.


Silence for pain is a maggot, eats the soul,

It decomposes the will to be more,

It tears apart the imagination, any creativity,

I'm becoming dark, saying no to all scopes,

Being owned is not a sugar to my ears anymore,

How naive are we, we ask for equal shares, unfair.









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