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My Question To Myself

  • sc69me2
  • Jun 2
  • 3 min read

“Why are You so Angry”?

People are Afraid of you.

You’re starting to scare even Me.

What has this World done to You?


Every morning you Awaken,

And you see a Stranger in the Mirror.

You can’t Talk to him or Reason with him,

In his Eyes you see unknown Angers.


You blame this worlds Leaders,

For Allowing such things to take Place.

Children dying, Cops Murdering, Presidents Lying;

It seems Everyone has fallen from Grace.


The world Outside has become a Nightmare,

Has HIS Son turned it all to Black?

It’s once Again becoming to much for You;

But This time, you are Going to fight Back.


You Speak of painting those in Blue with Red,

And you are Wishing them all Dead.

“Just take them out Indiscriminately”,

Isn’t That what you’ve always Said?


You begged for a ‘Congressional Question’,

But it has fallen on Deaf ears.

More and More of those who look like you,

They are all Now living in Fear.


But not You,

You Wish for a Chance;

To go Toe to Toe,

You Want that last Dance.


If someone Dares to Cross you,

You unleash a gods Fury.

I Tried to tell you it was just a Joke,

But you Don’t even want to hear Me.


You’ve Accepted that Bloody line,

Between those Black and those White.

You’ve given up on your Words,

You are Now Preparing for a Fight.


Even against those Close to you,

You push back Way too Hard.

They were Simply asking a Question,

But you turned an Inch into a Yard.


Your Words, they cut Deep,

Then you Smile as they Weep.

You’ve lost all Sympathy for humanity,

You refer to them as Sheep.


It Hurt you when they “Elected” him,

Not Once but even Twice.

You took it Very personal,

Now, let’s roll the Dice.


You just don’t Understand,

Why ANYONE would follow Him.

That Orange man in the big White chair,

You Loath and Despise him.


You take his Words to heart,

Because you see Past the Smoke and Mirrors.

The American Dream has turned into a Nightmare,

He is Unleashing unthinkable Terrors.


You Try to sit in Silence,

As people Spout such Ignorance and Hate!

You Grit your teeth and Bang your head,

You don’t know How much More you can take.


It all Use to be So much Fun.

This World was a Much nicer Place.

But it was all just Fake… a Facade,

It has ALWAYS been about Race.


The Flames are being Fanned,

By those Hiding in plain Sight.

With their keyboard, camera, and microphones;

They are Pushing for a Fight.


But Isn’t that what you Wanted,

To give Actions to your Feelings?

To Unleash the animal Within,

Until they are All Broken and Bleeding.


They’ve created a Clear space,

Where Hate has replaced Love.

They even Market it in Cathedrals,

Saying it’s from the ONE who is Above.


But you Still haven’t told Your truth,

You haven’t looked Within.

What are you Truly afraid of,

What is Your darkest Sin?


You Feel you’ve Lost your Way,

You’ve Hurt those Closest to you.

Friends, Family, your Husband;

And you Really don’t know What to do.


Too many times you took it To far,

Because you just Won’t let things Go.

Your Words can cause Great Devastation,

Sadly, this much you already Know.


Inside you’re Screaming STOP,

But they Utter another Sound.

Then you Smile and Lash out,

You Must stand your Ground!


There is no War to be Fought,

So Why must you Attack?

Blazing guns, Sharp knives,

Then it All just fades to Black.


You don’t even Know what you Said,

But there is one more Body lying Dead.

You Wish you could Feel some Remorse,

But that’s easier Imagined than Said.


So you Retreat back into your Darkness,

Because That’s where the Others live.

The Ones with the Real power,

With all that Anger they Give.


You feel Bound by steel Chains,

Unsure Which of them is the Real you.

A Bloody Blindfold blinds you,

So They are the ones with the Clear view.


You use to Dream Magnificent  dreams,

With a Wondrous  imagination.

Now, you Stand at the gates of Hell,

Accepting this All as your own Creation.


You slowly Enter with a Sigh,

Wishing you could take it all Back.

But that’s Not how dreams Work,

They all just fade to Black.


So I awaken from a Dream into a Nightmare,

And once again I’m Prepared to Fight.

I can no longer Tell the Enemy from a Friend,

So I lash out at Everyone…

Everyone in my Sight!


“Oh… That’s why.”

 
 
 

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