Here's for the victims of violence,
the one's who've suffered in silence,
and yes it's a complete cliché to say it,
but for the one's who take it, they don't stop replaying it
so that's why I'm saying it because we're the one's who are paying for it.
You took away a piece of me,
you took away peace from me,
made me scared of going outside,
I've been running and hiding while you've been striding around with no remorse or regret.
You think you've bet on the winning horse that you've managed to take a soul, a strength a worth,
just with your fist, your power, your girth and there is no penalty for your extremity.
You have no brains you have only hate, you've caused me pain and made me irate .
You do not care about the fate of the people you hurt and scar,
you think about nothing, only who you are.
You lap up the damage and the destruction,
you're filled with rage ready for eruption,
volcanic vulgarity ready for corruption.
You walk with nothing but the want to destroy,
takes nothing to shake you, the smallest to annoy,
and then you are ready to revenge least needed cause to avenge.
You get away with everything because people are afraid,
sometimes if it's too obvious they can always be paid.
You're the lower evil, the thugs, the gangsters,
no real demons but wannabe pranksters.
You think you hold the power of the all mighty on your back,
so you shower your assaults on those who lack what you have, and what you take.
You crumble them, shatter them and watch them shake.
You inflict wounds, break bones and split lips.
You feel you have your own law, all at your finger tips.
You make the good, the meek, feel worthless and weak.
You don't ever expect anyone to step up and speak.
You thrive on ruining lives, but have some surprise when you meet the wise.
You think you've watched them bleed to demise.
You may have bruised me, abused me, and made me cry.
But you are never gonna make me cover up for you and lie.
Hey, I'm a victim of abuse, so here's my excuse to shout it's name.
I'm gonna expose you but it sure as hell won't be fame.
You think you can mash me up, mix me up, maim.
But here's one woman you won't fix up or tame.
You lashed out, I crashed out but now I'm back,
I'm back with courage and fear is what I lack.
You tried to break me down, take my Queen's crown.
You really tried to set me to silence, tried to defeat me,
but I've had your violence and you definitely won't beat me.
DICKHEAD!!!!!!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment