This poem was edited by my dear friend Lunden
Why did you build your house
Over the graves you dug
For those who you said
Were dead to you
Sending your children
To play in the traps
Your enemies have set for you
Having your demons
Come over for dinner
And sit at a table
Set for one
At the other side of the table
Lays a psycho note
And a gun
Coupled with a knife
That cuts and leaves
Hairline fractures on your body
Caused by every word
You ever heard,
You let get under your skin
You fell in love with the idea of burning
Your victory banner
And letting the ones
Who doubted you
Who said you couldn't win
Light the match
They walk along with you
To the grocery store,
The library,
The laundry mat,
They are hoping that everything will catch
On fire.
And it will spread to your home,
And you won't be able to leave
How your inner demons have taken over
Because you have given them the key
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
