Go ahead!
Let out all your words of disdain!
Hate me!
Punch me with all your might!
Do you think if you break me I will cease to exist?
You are so wrong!
For in every shattered piece you will still see yourself.
Signed
The Mirror
Go ahead!
Let out all your words of disdain!
Hate me!
Punch me with all your might!
Do you think if you break me I will cease to exist?
You are so wrong!
For in every shattered piece you will still see yourself.
Signed
The Mirror
I was created to kill on the battlefield. Today I don’t like the way I feel. Sometimes I wish I had never been created. With all these killings I just hate it.
When I’m seen I know I instill fear. But I don’t like taking lives that others hold dear. What the heck is going on? If I had legs I would run. Innocents dying, shooters lying.
I want to implode. Hate when schools explode. Why was I created? Innocent people are dying, nations crying and I just hate myself. Please please please if you own me keep me hidden high on a shelf. Don’t want to be in little hands for I’m not a toy. I’m a weapon to deploy.
So as you can see my life isn’t fun. Oh, how I hate being a gun. I end lives when I’m fired. I can’t wait to be retired.
The word gun was suggested by a wonderful man named Christopher P.
Thank you for reading.
Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Anyone else have a word for me? Bring it.