Emotions and Words Turned into Poetry

Small Yet Growing Dangerous

I'm beginning to see a pattern here -
No more than you drinking a simple beer.

We sit here and smile at each other from across the room,
But all you wanted was to create a loud *BOOM*

One that would shake my innermost core,
For what it's worth... You were quite the whore.

You always stared at them, giving each other little winks.
But they never knew about your hidden... puzzled kinks.

You like the young ones.
You like the old ones.

Pick your poison, please, my friend -
I can't stand this constant bend;

I bend that causes a breaking.
A breaking that goes with no sound.
And here I lie, sobbing and bound.

Small little actions, so keen to the eye.
But you don't have enough money to catch that buy.

Take this with stride, my fellow victims - you're not worrisome.
Just... be more hurry-some.

For the next time this danger occurs, you won't have a chance.
It's another wicked step and dance.

You prance among these Devils... So, so sweet.
You can't ever feel your own hearts beat.

They've taken away your power - Your pride and joy!
They make you act... As if you were some silly toy.

Hear these words; May they fill you with flare.
I mean, come on... You're running from despair.

~*~

I see you!
Yes, you!

Oh no... Please don't run and hide...
I only want to bid my goodbyes.

You've come so fair, for such a tiny thing.
They've lord you out - with only a string!

A string so transparent, why, you can barely tell what's written on the thread.
You follow it forward, it leads you deep down into the forest, straight to your bed.

You're more than something.

You're kept within a shell that won't allow you to break free.
And you're told that your existence on this Earth is only to breed.

But you can break the chain.
Don't let your life go out in vain!

You're worth so much more than that.
Swing the darn bat!

The bat that cascades everything horrid - the mixture of pain and torture you've been through all this time.
If you want it, mend the bind.

Somewhere, far off, we can see your future - It's bright and beautiful. You may not see that - but we see it that way.
The dock that rocks the boats on the glorious beach, the lovely magic show at the bay.

You're small.

Yet you're growing dangerous.

Your strength will forever lead you through your wars.
It's almost like doing your very misleading chores.

Please, know that you're... Wanted. You're needed by someone within this world.

You may not see, or know, or believe it quite yet.
Though, who wants to take a bet?

Goodbye, for now, friend.

A/N:
I can't tell what this is. If you want to tell me your thoughts about this, go for it. I can't tell anymore... But it was fun writing it!