If you’d know what I think about

when I lay to sleep at night,

you’d doubt all my words as well 

not only what I look alike.

Precise letter timing as clockwise

of your body’s reactions,

the shark analyze the prey before 

jumping to win or snack.

Smile before taking one single bite

of your many insecurities,

a pretty facade to make you feel

like one of my best friends.

Launch the sucker punch at once,

don’t take too many words,

make it soundless if it cannot be

painless for her to deal with.

Your blood should be scarlet red,

but sometimes it looks white,

knuckles deep, tight lips or faces,

holds an answer in quietness.

Being powerless erases the fire

that breathes inside the ones,

fighting, writing, standing all up,

for a chance to make it better.

Until someone likes me sees you,

innocent but ready to delegate,

and eats you whole with their teeth,

without sympathy or empathy.

Then the victim becomes the hater,

a cycle stars within me again, 

the hunter leaves wounds opened,

to get infected with the pain.

The lies I said won’t haunt me

but your eyes, only them,

will follow me through a crowd

till I’ll answer back to me.

Maybe someday I will return here,

to the being I used to be,

when I was young and unafraid,

to be me, not anyone else. 

The Survivor.

There are little things you can do to really hurt me,

after I lived my whole life for the public auditory.

Punch me in the literary sense or the mental wave,

rebuild the world around my reputation with a lie.

“Was made to take it until she breaks in”, he said,

with each new paragraph in the fresh newspapers.

Followers changed the view with each story seller,

without questioning the story or reading within it. 

Clap to make people laugh alongside you at them,

a clown appears when the queen speaks its name.

Rebranding is the new way to climb the universe,

with a niche social media to make a profile liked.

Smile to a camera and hide the darkness brewing,

inside the cauldrons of your wannabe basements.

Check them clockwise with a TikTok movement, 

right, right then left with the sharped knife ahead.

The IT girl lost herself but won their city instead,

with videos of her breaking into tiny little pieces.

Blue is in the new sound wave, enough sadness,

less happiness within herself to turn into haters.

Look happy when they ask if it’s alright to ask,

How are you getting along with your pretty ex?

But you’re surviving, just dying while thriving, 

in a world made to chew then spite you whole.

Start in a brand new world.

Colors come with the blow.

Black and white’s not more.

Flow with the sound of God.

Old houses start to break up.

Promises lost with their love.

Sorrow survives a blood loss.

It falls within the ideal world.

Hear the girl who cries wolf.

Photos of last summer burned.

The thunder waits for your call.

It grows till it consumes all of us.

All else went with their lies.

Rebranding seems to be right.

Pain’s what’s left in your eyes.

Their trickery worked last night.

Forgive to forget the last fight.

As easy as it sounds to be fine.

Amazing the way it works out.

News comes out to say its lines.

Don’t forget when they changed.

Read between the last paragraphs. 

Don’t forgive them for going back.

Anybody can shapeshift in the dark.

Forgiveness can be your last memory

in a world made to kill the innocents.