I Say

About how sometimes the world can seem unfair...

I'm the child you shot
The mother in the grave
The man with the bottle he can't throw away
The young boy you beat because he wouldn't behave
The young woman you raped because you couldn't fight the crave
I'm every child starvin'-and I'm here to say
Every word they cried-alone at the end of the day

I say-why God? Can't you hear me pray?
I've done it every night, but still the troubles don't go away
I'm still stuck here in this life of tragedy
Always askin' why God? Why me?
Did I do something wrong? Some unspoken blasphemy?
Or are you so high up that you just can't see-
All the tears I've cried and all the blood I've shed
All the times I've screamed and all the times I've said
I don't want this lord, I'd rather be lyin' dead

But I'm still searchin' for a light at the end of the dark
The dawn to the dusk
The soul to my heart
Anything to help me out of this ominous part
Of my life, and I strive to find a new start

But we're stuck on high spin
A twisted tornado, so stay low, its about to begin
Hell is frozen over and I'm shiverin'
But don't blame us now
This was never a world worth livin' in

So you won't catch me repentin'
For all the trouble I've been givin'
It feels like I'm the one with the life sentence
So f**k the justice system
A man can scar a child and get good behavior given
And a man can have bad luck and be stuck there with him
Behind bars with thugs, killers, and men who rape women

Author's Note

This isn't my permanent view on the world. It just represents the feeling that we sometimes get; that the world is unfair. But let me know what you think and your opinions on the piece. I'm eager to hear some outside critiques.

Reviews

[Kelsey]

This is so incredibly powerful, I honestly cried reading it. I can relate so much to it and I've been here in so many ways. Sometimes we just hit that literal all time low, and this poem, it describes it perfectly. A question of if living is worth it, if a future will make it worth it, and why our past took place the way it did. I ask myself these things daily, and reading this, in some way, gives me comfort, knowing I'm not crazy for feeling this way and asking these questions. Once again, amazing job. I can't get enough of your writing.

[MachinaWriter]

This is one of the few things that I didn't actually write on paper first. I was at an all time low in my life. I wrecked my car, lost my apartment, was stuck out in the street and I was on crutches with no where to go. I had enough money for a week in a crappy motel room and I was sitting on the bed, afraid to go to sleep because of the number of bugs I'd seen around the room. I sat there, literally feeling half mad. This came to my mind as I was sitting there staring at the TV, which was on mute and I just pulled out my phone and used the recorder on it. It all came out, so angry, so upset, so tired. I finally got my life back in order and things got better, though. Recently I found the recording on my phone and typed it up. Thank you again for the read through. ^^

[Kelsey]

That's such an amazing story. Just from what I've heard, I can tell you're such an inspiration. My father was the worst alcoholic this town has ever known, and he's been sober now for almost two years. He abused my mother and put me through hell, because I got to sit around and watch him hurt her, crying, helplessly. Sometimes there's just nothing you can do except deal with what you're dealt. It sounds like that's what you did. You made the best out of a sucky situation, and that's inspiring. People like you deserve happy endings more than most, so I'm very happy for you and the fact that you've gotten your life together. I hope it continues to head in the right direction.

[MachinaWriter]

The world never gives you more than you can handle. It may not seem like it at the moment, but its true. Things like this forge us into stronger people, like the hammer and the heat against steel. Some day down the road you get faced with problems that'll truly be hard, but all the things you dealt with before that gave you the strength. I don't expect one day for life to stop giving me trouble. It'll always find ways to get at you. But the way I look at it, eventually life's gonna let its guard down. Then I'm gonna slap it and keep on walking. lol

[Kelsey]

Oh my, will I beat the hell out of it when it does, lol. You can only take so many beatings before you start to wonder if the scars will ever fade. It starts to nag you, those scars, making you wonder if they're permanent. The words "permanently scarred" aren't something I want to use to describe myself. I guess we just have to remember that those scars truly are what make us strong, beautiful, and different. It just shows that when life started punching, we punched back, obviously harder since we're still here.

[MachinaWriter]

A wonderful statement! Bravo and keep on punching lol ^^

[Kelsey]

Thanks, and you too. (:

[Southern Cross]

Openness of thoughts (no matter what they cry out) is the lifeblood of each and every writer. I say, "let it roll off the lips to reach the heart and if not the heart go for the gut" Works for me seems it works for you too :)

[MachinaWriter]

That's my philosophy. Glad we seem to agree on that ^^

[Poetta]

Really intense stuff! I like some of the compact, powerful phrases you used, such as "the soul to my heart."

[MachinaWriter]

Thanks a ton. I wanted the lines to feel like punches, short and yet strong.

[Poetta]

Mhm! That's such a great feeling.

[Hester Vane]

I think all the decent people of the world feel like this sometimes. I like the piece it speaks the truth!

[JodieH]

This is a little like my Take A Bow, have a look. I like this poem, a lot. even though the story is brutally harsh its true though.
well done

[MachinaWriter]

I'll definitely give that one a look, thank you ^^

[eglantine]

Are you familiar with Walt Whitman? If so, have you read Song of Myself? This greatly reminded me of that poem of his because he also is more than just himself. A poet is each type of person.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you for reading. And no, I haven't read that poem, but I'll look it up off your recommendation. ^^

[nivram]

It doesnt have to be your view of the world, but it is so many other peoples view of it, and thats why it hits home..

[Kenaz]

You are so strong in your words. No fanciful language, just truth and vision. Seeing through tearing eyes but still tough enough to keep standing. Every line delivers a punch straight through the drywall. Or maybe you just take a sword to it. One forged by Hephaestus in Hades, to undo the scars into which you were birthed. Never stop believing, I don't believe you ever will. Whatever you do, don't stop writing.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you for those amazing words. And I never will stop believing. I can't. If I stop doing that, what's left of me?