When the stars of that era finally burn out I will remain
They think that I stole what was yours but you can’t steal something that never was yours to start with
Did you ever stop to think there was others like you our line is rare not dead
I see them read every line like a book I see them and how brilliant they burn.
You say I’m not like you call me derogatory names because you fear me. You have never seen one like me and it scares you
I could kill with a single thought I could drive you to madness and no one would ever know why. Be careful with your words. I never want to harm another but my darkness may just slip and maybe I’ll forget who I am for a moment and watch your light burn out
I would rather create than tear down though I would rather live in peace than live in war. The choice is yours. I’m no longer shrinking for others. I’m going to be who I was meant to be.
COMMENTS
-