Free - Poem

Bored (I was supposed to be out of town all day today, but that didn't happen), I wasn't sure if I should edit, write, or watch something. Decided to write, and found a poem floating in my head. It just comes.

Poetry is emotion written out. Writing is using words to paint a picture, but poetry is more free. It's just emotion giving words. It can be really free, empowering, etc. Today I went for something different. I dunno where it came from. Maybe I'm just tired of little peons thinking they're something and attacking people. If you're apart of Tumblr, you know what I mean.

So here it is. Free.

The world with its voices

Scream for attention

YOU’RE NOT THIS

YOU’RE THAT

NOT GOOD ENOUGH

NOT SKINNY ENOUGH

NOT ENOUGH

NEED THIS

ARE THAT

Lies

Those lies circle

Smelling your fear

Frustration

Anxiety

Like sharks

Hunting

Prowling

Demanding

It’s easy to let them rip at you

Naw at you

Tear you apart

It’s harder to stand

Look them in the eyes

Tear them apart

Remember:

THEY HAVE YOU POWER OVER YOU

Yes

Sometimes they have your mind

Your thoughts

Your emotions

But you can always take it back

It’s not easy

Hell, it’s almost impossible

But remember again:

NOTHING’S IMPOSSIBLE

Go ahead and cry

Wail and scream

Then let a new emotion come over you

ANGER

It has its power

And like fire it can consume

But you choose:

You

Or not

Inward

Or outward

I get angry

At the world

At myself

But mostly at the

Lies

At those that feed it

Knowingly or not

For there is evil

There is a master of evil

And he wants you destroyed

He laughs as we bark at each other

At ourselves

There’s nothing more satisfying

Than following that old advice

“Get thee hence!”

With real power

Real anger

It works

The world still lies

Still tries to break you apart

But in that moment

When the lies are laid bare

Your mind and emotions are yours,

You are truly you

And free