Who am I to stay and fight?
Who am I to say what's right?
Who am I to judge this life?
Who am I to love this knife?
Who are you to sit and stare?
Who are you to shout and swear?
Who are you to insult me?
Who are you to say what I should be?
Who am I to harm myself?
Take that knife down from the shelf.
Who am I to smile at blood?
Pray that it will cause a flood.
Who are you to say I'm lost?
You don't even know the cost.
Who are you to look down on me?
Why won't you hear my plea?
Who am I to say all this?
Why should I disturb your bliss?
Who am I to waste your air?
Who am I to even care?
Who am I to even dare?
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Second Thoughts (Reflection)
PoetrySharpness is in every part of everyday life. Whether it be a point being made, or a blade designed solely to cause harm. And everything in between. It's funny how you can be on the precipice of defeat, and suddenly see things differently. To be so s...
