Red haired messiah
I smell poor self-esteem,
in every word you speak.
Is it really that hard to believe,
you might not have the answer for everything?
Who the fuck are you to make me doubt my own choices?
Tell me. Who are you? Perfect and healed?
Your unsolicited advice is that I to cling to only perfect people.
Yet, I see you’re failing to realize they don’t truly exist.
My brain is an atom bomb waiting to explode.
Every word you speak, builds the tension even more.
Please see yourself out.
Patience is not to be wasted on false prophets.
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The ‘Tell me. Who are you? Perfect and healed?” line captures the essence of this poem nicely. I’m glad I came across this today.
Thank you ! I am glad you enjoyed it
Very interesting. I like the direct nature of this.
Just something to ponder…
My brain is an atom bomb waiting to explode.
Every word you speak, builds the tension even more.
Would you consider putting this at the start of the poem? These two lines are so strong, they’d pull your reader/listener into the poem immediately.
Just a thought!
I had it there at first, but I felt those lines lost a bit of their punch when presented that early. It was a bit of a tough one to write either way