more old(ish) poems.

Mercy Mercy
Defeat wraps its hand around my throat
And chokes the life out of me
I know it'll end on a bad not
So I scream out, please have mercy



Wings
Sometimes all I want
Is just to disappear,
When the dreadful pain
Starts ringing in my ear.
I tell myself its a lie,
It shouldnt mean a thing.
But its telling me its true
And cutting of my wings.



Artifical
Artificial happiness
Whiped away by finger tips
And you stare into my eyes
Pushing away all my lies

Who I Am: Pros & Cons.

Biased
Broken
Conceited
Confused
Corrupt
Damaged
Deceitful
Delicate
Disasterous
Disoriented
Disrespectful
Foul
Fragile
Improper
Lost
Low
Misleading
Shameless
Shattered
Sinister
Susceptible
Rude
Uncertain
Unfair
Unguarded
Unreasonable
Unrefined
Unstable
Unsteady
Vicious
Vulnerable
Weak
Wicked
Wrong



Pros:
Bubbly
Compassionate
Condfident
Determined
Loving
Outgoing
Strong
Unique

i am pain.

The teacher speaks.
"The best way to figure out if its a noun or an adjective it to ask yourself if you can be that, or if you can have that. For example. Can I be a fever? No. But you can have a fever, therefore a fever is a noun. Can you be pain?"
The rest of the lesson blurs in my ears. Yes, you can be pain. I know she was going to say "No, its a noun," but I also know shes wrong. My personal experiencs, my life has taught me that I can be pain. When there is so much of it that you cannot feel anything else, when thoughts of it take over any other things on your mind, when something bad happens-after you think things cant get any worse-and its doesnt bring you down further, because youre already as far down as down goes, then you are pain.