What were you thinking when you pushed her?
What were you feeling the first time your fist drew his blood?
What was going through your mind when you found him hiding from you?
What thoughts do you have when you’re causing pain?
What words do you whisper to yourself to justify what you do?
How powerful does it make you feel?
How easy is it to convince yourself that she deserved it?
How do you make yourself believe that he likes it too?
How many times have you promised that this is the last time?
How hard is it to look at yourself in a mirror?
Why is he always so afraid of you?
Why do you let your anger take control?
Why is she always crying?
Why did you ever let this begin?
Why haven’t you stopped?
What were you feeling the first time your fist drew his blood?
What was going through your mind when you found him hiding from you?
What thoughts do you have when you’re causing pain?
What words do you whisper to yourself to justify what you do?
How powerful does it make you feel?
How easy is it to convince yourself that she deserved it?
How do you make yourself believe that he likes it too?
How many times have you promised that this is the last time?
How hard is it to look at yourself in a mirror?
Why is he always so afraid of you?
Why do you let your anger take control?
Why is she always crying?
Why did you ever let this begin?
Why haven’t you stopped?
Note: This poem was prompted by a particularly stressful situation at school. However, things have been taken care of.
3 comments:
What were you feeling the first time your first drew his blood?
Should that say "fist drew his blood"?
I remember these situations when I was in school.
OOPS!
Thanks for the typo alert.
Very nice, man.
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