Peeling the Paint

I wrote this for a contest, Revenge. I'm actually a pretty mild and tame person, and I can think of lots of terrible things to do as revenge, but I could never actually do them!

my hands are clenched tight at my sides

as i stare up to the ceiling with fury and heat

i think that the paint should peel with my wrath

in my mind i break you apart with words i cannot speak aloud

i glare at you with such disdain and bitterness

that your apologies come out in unmanly stutters

but i do not, will not, accept them on this day or any other

i can think only of destroying you for all you have done

 

no way seems fit enough for the pain you have caused

i'm left stumbling and struggling to find the one thing

that will really make you see the person inside that you deny

i need a mirror for which you must forever look at yourself

and see exactly what i feel in this very moment, such black

all of the pain, mistrust, hurt reflected right back at you

something to scream every night into your ear as you twist in the sheets

a constant reminder of the sins you have commited against me

 

 

in the end i think there must be only one thing i can do

only one thing may ever take you down to your knees

i need to disappear from your grasp, your reach, your slave no more

let the wonder and the what-ifs come back on you in your lonliness

i want visions of me always in your head as your try to claw them out

i want you to hear my voice in its sweetest tones over and again

it will slowly eat you alive from the inside out, this i am sure

and no one, especially not me, will be there to raise you up from your shame

 

Reviews

[Sarah]

Very angry poem, showing that internal suffering is far worse than anything physical that can be done. I love how you capture your turmoil and wish it upon the other person. Nice job. ^__^