This...cruel...world

rape violence murder and crime
you make ask yourself
why would she start a poem
with this rhyme?
how many of these things
have you heard.
every time
you wanted justice served.
how many of these times
have you spoke out?
what's with this passive nature,
what's that about?
you want something done,
then do it yourself.
don't look to the rest.
you don't need no help.
you take that first step,
and many will follow.
even if some maybe shallow
and others are hollow.
don't sit there and complain
about it all.
if you aint willing to risk
and take a fall.


as i embrace the darkness.
i feel the might.
this is a desire of power,
not the fear of light.
so many things,
i wish to break.
all the things,
i wish i could take.
the people around,
i wish to destroy.
like being bored,
and breaking a toy.
this is not the working
of the mentally insane.
this is the inside of
an angry brain.


my minds all over the place.
i need to pick a pace.
i'm thinking of girl one second.
the next its gone.
i'll be thinking about sex
but not for long.
then i'll think about fighting.
causing some pain.
then i'lll be wondering,
am i going insane
the next thought will be,
what i'll do.
other will be,
should i ask out you.
that's where it stops
and i'll ponder awhile.
but then i know i can't have you,
give up the denial.
my minds turn pages.
like its a book.
my mind has been stolen.
and you're the crook.