The Battle

Till you can't defend yourself
Make a illusion of being behind the bars
Involve in sabotage to create the violence
Walk around, let them know your presence
Imagine your fellow prisoners
Provoke them for the bad combat
Feign to be outrageously insane
Harm your body, make it bleed
Cut your nerves in anguish
Until you paint yourself in all red
Lick the blood like you were craving for this
Unroll yourself on the wall and on the floor
Make your hands make an art of your pain
Attack the people infront with your terror
How vulgur a girl can be in pain with fear
Show the herd , this side of a girl in years
How artistic she can be with her tears of blood
Let them realize the verge of her misery
Let them feel sorry by the slum of her hatred
Make sure it's your turn to see their tears
Their sufferings with the regret in their eyes
Their blood with the pain in their heart
The shedding tears should define ashame
The burning heart should define affliction
Knowing it's just a delusion of her caged emotions
She pretended to be hard hearted human
She tried raising her bar of shover being
She observed the world's cruelty
She just can't like they can
She cried writing this imaginative story
Of her course of sustenance all the way
With the shed of river flow in her walls
Fact is she can't be the same cruel people
She never liked in her aliveness
Besieged by them though she's going
To her way of forceful happiness
Back to her virtual hugs and prayers
None can win the battle over this real world
Like literally no one can ....

..............-R