Vent

My mind has a bad temper.
My thoughts pierce my flesh and make me ache.
My actions portray a prolongued silence.
My body has beaten me in.
It's a bold position to be in
Sealing my mouth shut to achieve something.
Lighting my thoughts up in flames, claiming i know nothing.
Unwritten rules to a game they all play
I'm losing the battle but recognizing a way
to keep silent but express a thin layer on display.
& evil penetrates
All born sinners who failed to create. Raise the stake.
I see it now in all different ways. Impossible to translate.
But go ahead recriminate.
Continue to procreate & desecrate then wait.
I'll save my traits locked away-find your own charm to relate.
But when you finally realize it's too late-
I'll be gone and so much further
Hurdled over your beliefs as you berate me.