Poetry II - Success

Maybe You Should Listen

Dirty walls and sodden floor

Trampled on and darkened more

Buried deeper, falling under

Further further, darkened fury

Bothered by image

Bothered by style

Feeling pressure

Brick by brick

A building bomb

Against this world

Trapped by man

Caged as beast

Freedom gone

Power crumbled

No way out

Struggle to the top

Cataclysmic failings

Strangled rage

My heart is bursting out its cage

Feel my anger

Feel my wrath

It’s tumbling out

Across your path

My oppressed fury

Makes you change

You can’t fight it

Teenage strains

Maybe you should listen

Trampled on once again

Dirt on my face, never ending

Silenced storm, see me broken

Lying bare, on the street

Feel me please, let me go

I need your comfort, human love

Anger growing

A plant of violence

Blooming out my mind

Oppression rules

The government’s pride

Youth is bottled up inside