I'd rather be the one to shoot myself
If that meant you couldn't hurt me
It's a similar wanting
To how I'd rather the sea stop crashing
Into the beach while the storm passes through
But it keeps coming
Not stopping
Not realizing the damage it does
The beach is forced to change the way it's viewed
It changes and molds
to whatever the waves make it
The waves keep taking advantage
And everyone that already uses the beach
Looks back to it in disgust
It's littered with the trash and waste of the sea
But that's not its fault it's hated
Whereas when people look out to the sea
They marvel in delight
They're fascinated by the way it moves
Distracts
Performs
Reacts
But the ocean is a bully
No matter what it does
It forces everyone and everything around it
To obey
"It's not its fault!"
They say
"That's just the way the sea is!"
"It's actions aren't of its own!"
"It's forced by the pull of the storms and moon!"
I was told
But people don't hate the sea for that.
They only hate the beach
For how dirty it looks
For the way it sinks and trips
For the way it is
Because the people and ocean forced it to be that way
And it can't do anything about it
It's a similar thing
To how I'd rather be the one to shoot myself
Than have anyone else hurt me
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PoetryI write poetry. So you're good? I didn't say that. I write poetry. So you can rhyme? I don't always. I write poetry. So you tell stories? Every time.
