your weapon of choice, is the insult in your voice <br />you've made a mass weapon out of degrading <br />me...into a way....every time you speak <br /> every single bitter word that i have heard <br /> and every unnecessary insult i hear <br />has the same effect as a bullet passing by my ear <br />for your words are like bullets <br />to my self-esteem <br />blowing huge holes through it <br /> by every insult you scream.......... <br /> <br />its always a hit, and never a miss <br />your words form bullets <br />that always pierce this <br />i am pointing to my heart <br />the organ for which <br />you've blown apart............. <br /> you open your mouth, the guns now cocked <br /> i cover my ears <br /> so the sound <br /> is blocked <br /> i do not want to hear <br /> the bullets passing by............. <br /> another round <br /> coming towards my <br />heart <br />another bullet, making its way through it <br />as it hits.its mark <br />blowing away another piece <br />lay down your weapon and cease <br />degrading me, as i continually <br />swallow my self worth, my self-esteem <br />every bullet you shoot, with every word you scream <br />shooting, aimlessly, madly and blindly <br />every bullet, has made its way through it <br />in all of me..........<br /><br />krissi b'williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bullets-7/
