Word Battle
You want me to feel broken
Alone, nowhere to go
I’ve heard the blades you’ve spoken
I have the scars to show
But I won’t stand by complacent
Won’t let you spread your hate
exhume your bloody basement
Before it is too late
Your secrets will defeat you
the truth is in the air
It spreads just like a flu
into anyone who cares
Someday you will be found
your crimes won’t go away
try hiding under ground
But you will be found someday
For I am more than broken
I’m a battle fought with words
And with every fight I’ve spoken
I fly away with birds
This poem is about:
Me