I don't understand you

I'm alive! I thought it would be better to post something (finally) a little less than par rather than let another un-posted week go by.

I don’t understand you

With your whispered words

Hating

Tongues full violence

I don’t understand the way you think

And how your words affect me

They make me hate

And cry

And scream

Until one day I’ll rip my heart out

And lay it at your feet

A willing sacrifice

To counteract all your words

Mostly to free the things

Unspoken.

I hate to feel

Anything

Crying’s for the weak

It makes you weak

Until your bones turn brittle and you crumble to the floor

An ornament

For you to step over

For your decorative pleasure.