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You Don't Know Me
I, have, darkness. I have places that know one would go. I been places I don't know who I am when I’m there and I can't find my way out when I realise, I do care.
You act like you know me, but all I ever see, is my darkness reflected in your envy. What do you believe you can show me, please, your so convinced that you hold the key. But for years I have outgrown you in reality. You have pushed me off the edge of sensibility. So now I say to you and your so called society. Fuck you, nay sayers and all of your friends. And fuck the conservatives and all of their trends. I may drink and forget, and smoke and regret, but I have a heart. Burnt by your truth.
A truth that should numb but instead it hurts, reaches deep in the ground and pulls up the darkest of dirt. Mornings are met by stale smoke and beer so old it's earth, like the thoughts that worm their way through my head could birth in the in-firmed sleeves of your hurt. Ha.
But who are you to defeat me, you are little more than mediocrity. I can't possibly listen to words of someone who supports conformity. You bore me, when really you should adore me.
Someone once told me to push, push until you reach the line, but I see no boundary, because I tell you I have travelled far beyond the horizon and the hurt still can’t find me. I have invited in the lightning, basked in the shining, angered Poseidon and fucking survived him.
So instead of concede and accept your defeat, I say come closer, look into my eyes, see the grit heat. I challenge you to challenge me, force me to see, face my demons, break down and build back up. Because growth comes from failure. And mistakes feed success. Pick you mentors carefully but learn from the best. The world is what you make it, it doesn't make you, luck is a fantasy and the gods favour the few. Because I am stronger. I will push past where people think I should break, I will succeed and believe and at the end I will, make myself great.
Now I give all I have to the ocean and take nothing in return, forget the necessities and let the land burn, faced with the hardest storms I am safest at sea, safe where the tears and the panic can not capture me.
You act like you know me, but all I ever see, is my darkness reflected in your envy. What do you believe you can show me, please, your so convinced that you hold the key. But for years I have outgrown you in reality. You have pushed me off the edge of sensibility. So now I say to you and your so called society. Fuck you, nay sayers and all of your friends. And fuck the conservatives and all of their trends. I may drink and forget, and smoke and regret, but I have a heart. Burnt by your truth.
A truth that should numb but instead it hurts, reaches deep in the ground and pulls up the darkest of dirt. Mornings are met by stale smoke and beer so old it's earth, like the thoughts that worm their way through my head could birth in the in-firmed sleeves of your hurt. Ha.
But who are you to defeat me, you are little more than mediocrity. I can't possibly listen to words of someone who supports conformity. You bore me, when really you should adore me.
Someone once told me to push, push until you reach the line, but I see no boundary, because I tell you I have travelled far beyond the horizon and the hurt still can’t find me. I have invited in the lightning, basked in the shining, angered Poseidon and fucking survived him.
So instead of concede and accept your defeat, I say come closer, look into my eyes, see the grit heat. I challenge you to challenge me, force me to see, face my demons, break down and build back up. Because growth comes from failure. And mistakes feed success. Pick you mentors carefully but learn from the best. The world is what you make it, it doesn't make you, luck is a fantasy and the gods favour the few. Because I am stronger. I will push past where people think I should break, I will succeed and believe and at the end I will, make myself great.
Now I give all I have to the ocean and take nothing in return, forget the necessities and let the land burn, faced with the hardest storms I am safest at sea, safe where the tears and the panic can not capture me.
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