Never again will I over explain

all my actions to you.

Your face turns sour, I gave you the power

to do what you’re going to do.

When you got me scared, I wasn’t prepared,

and so I pandered to you.

You justified your torture,

and scared me into silence.


You punished me and made me sick,

by using mental violence.

Short term gains is all you got,

terror can’t force love.

As for those bad memories

that you can’t push and shove,

I’ll send them with all their pain

to my God above.

emmasharn emmasharn
31-35, F
2 Responses Jan 28, 2010

Thankyou for those comments- appreciated!

Very nice. I can feel the pain and softness in the strength. My poetry is always emotionally fueled.