Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.
Set the Mood
I could be your greatest friend,
And I could be there 'til the end.
Fear is all you wish to send,
So no chance we'll ever mend.
Boo, boo, boo, I say,
Feeling quite scary today.
Perhaps your thin veil I'll flay,
So all can see your frail play.
Once again I daresay boo,
What is there for you to do?
Running from your own ruse,
Boogie man brings the blues.
I'm hiding now down every alley,
In my shadow you shouldn't dally.
The shadow of death in this cold valley,
See what happens when you act pally?
Now as you play the victim scared,
Pretending like your teeth weren't bared.
I'm the one who saw nostrils flared,
And the bitter spite with which words paired.
Here is the boogie man big and scary,
Yet my demeanor does not vary.
Can you feel my teeth in your skin buried,
Or are they your own and I'm just wary?
Never took myself as the boogie man type, especially as it concerns my writings. However, I've come to find people see me as big, scary, hypersensitive, leftist, weak, and all sorts of other contradicting adjectives. Funniest part about it is that these same people who made me their boogie man are the ones who I thought were friends.
Seems hope and faith are just synonyms for delusion as it concerns trust and friendship. Alas, we excise the tumors on our soul and press onward using them as fuel for the fire!