The Broken, Bleeding, & a Scream

Somedays I want to erase it all!
Stranger, you don't understand
sit there staring, prejudice etched across your features
narrow minded prick runs through my mind!
I don't want to be who you want me to be.
This is me,
accept it!
or can't you see anything beyond your eyes.

I can't even have you hear me out
let me say something, anything!
Stranger, there you are
Lying to my face
shattering promises
so much anger
and hatred
Hatred
HATRED!

All those times I handed you my trust
you took it in you hands and crushed it behind a charming smile
and handed me back its dust.
Your appologies were poison behind sweet lips.

But Stranger, you failed
I'm not as misserable and pathetic as you
Stranger you failed
and times like this just makes me wear the biggest grin.

Walt Whitman

I like Walt Whitman's poems, most are short and to the point. Describing much without using too many descriptive words. This is my favorite of his. Enjoy!

A Clear Midnight
THIS is the hour, O soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best:
Night, sleep, death, and the stars.

Walt Whitman (1881)