Like My Rage

I stand tall and alone

never to fall again

for phony so called friends

fore the last word in the word

is end because it always

ends and must end

no one is totally dependable

we are like wooden pawns

on this game board

we are  disposable

like worn glass

breakable

replacible

shattered and unrecognizable

swept up and despised of

by those who are suppose to love

left for dead and decomposing

dirt in the eyes is blinding

thrown in your face by those

who are grimy

like a millstone it's hard to trust

those who throw stones at us

even if they miss

up them on the list

take careful aim and do not miss

hit them hard with a kiss

make a wish

break a dish

cut them on the wrist

make an oath

hit them in the throat

make them choke

light a match

make some smoke

walk out and seal the door