sexydeltagirl
09-10-06, 11:11 PM
Dealing with these feelings is so hard...
Having this good hearted nature is so hard...
I use to think it made me a better person...
To turn the other cheek...
Let the person insult me while I grin and bear it...
Relish in my ability to remain angelic....
Yet I feel that I should rebel..
Display an attitude uncharacteristic of me...
Go against what people think about me...
Take a chance and let the venom..
Leak from my tongue like a faucet...
Let people see that disrespect won't be tolerated...
But what will that accomplish..
It will give my opponent...
The Power...
The ability to change the person I've grown to be...
The person who's eyes were exposed to much malice...
And hate at a young age...
Who before the age of 18 was committing crimes...
Being a product of my environment....
Surviving the only way I knew how....
I made a promise to my momma...
That I would change my ways...
Not be so evil spirited...
Not try to kill you with vowels and nouns....
My accent accentuating each syllable...
With a matching spitful glare that would shame the devil...
I'm much nicer now...
I'm so much sweeter now...
But when someone tempts me...
Knocks on the right side of my brain that hides the evil...
I try my best not to awake my past...
I try my best not to let them know...
That on the inside...
I'm a ticking time bomb...
Ready to explode.....
Having this good hearted nature is so hard...
I use to think it made me a better person...
To turn the other cheek...
Let the person insult me while I grin and bear it...
Relish in my ability to remain angelic....
Yet I feel that I should rebel..
Display an attitude uncharacteristic of me...
Go against what people think about me...
Take a chance and let the venom..
Leak from my tongue like a faucet...
Let people see that disrespect won't be tolerated...
But what will that accomplish..
It will give my opponent...
The Power...
The ability to change the person I've grown to be...
The person who's eyes were exposed to much malice...
And hate at a young age...
Who before the age of 18 was committing crimes...
Being a product of my environment....
Surviving the only way I knew how....
I made a promise to my momma...
That I would change my ways...
Not be so evil spirited...
Not try to kill you with vowels and nouns....
My accent accentuating each syllable...
With a matching spitful glare that would shame the devil...
I'm much nicer now...
I'm so much sweeter now...
But when someone tempts me...
Knocks on the right side of my brain that hides the evil...
I try my best not to awake my past...
I try my best not to let them know...
That on the inside...
I'm a ticking time bomb...
Ready to explode.....