Crestfallen

rebel in discreet

as calm as the sea
i looked,
but in my head
there is a war.
so broken inside,
but they treat me like
a blossoming flower.
they say my eyes
are bright,
but it was never from me.
the light was gone
long time ago,
back when i was still free.
they put words on my mouth,
they whisper lies to my ears.
they lift my hands up for me,
they don't allow my tears.

so tell me
if you're reading this,
how could i not harvest
the hatred that was planted?
the seeds that shouldn't
have even existed?
give me one reason...
just one reason to end this.
should i put my pen down
and stop this madness?
or should i write them down on paper
and let my rage
burn these all down to ashes?

a/n:
it's been a while, eh? i love this one. thought of it for no reason and just chose to write it down. hmm still rhymes XD

have a good day! :)