Composure

I pulled many into my circle out of trust, love and loyalty some betrayed me some truly hated me some turned their backs on me opened their mouths and told lies on me teaching me to rely on only me I learned how to set boundaries sit quietly and write poetry coz, the truth is all I could see was me going from door to door on a killing spree, the only revenge that could have suited me see, poetry did not save only me but those who stood up and volunteered to be my enemies in ink I marked every name of every daughter and son…of intended to clear their schedule by ruining their fun bullets for each one my foes feel victory over me believing they have won with no idea that their lives were saved by The Poet’s gun