metaphor

I'm a monster don't look at me smile in the dark in the light peeled skin full of dreaded things.

Torn screens from unworthy scenes paint my skies green blues to sheen.

I'm not mean but for my thoughts I should be sanctioned to death.

Don't get me wrong all should be left to live no matter how bad the crime but.

Not if that crime has been committed too many times in mankind.

If walls could talk.

My room walls story wouldn't be a kind for fresh eyes.

If walls could talk.

My rooms story wouldn't be to kind for fresh eyes.

I've been killed two times and frankly I'd rather have been left dead.

But they keep bringing me to life with each hating mumbled word said.

Decomposing flesh shading like snake skin.

My haters stares and glares fill me with life I feed off of these idled minds when they begin they hatred.

Don't know me from a crack in the wall but wont even think before looking down on me with they misjudged misplacement.

Giving me these idled stares for my wild flare.

Hu don't make me laugh don't make me go into that old mode I'd roast a host of my hater party quicker than lightning Hitting a toad.

I'm tired to be honest.

I'm tired of living in a life where we get caught up in ceremonies without knowing their origin or rather why.

Near year new me.

Come the hell on that bullshit needs to end now.

If you call a dog a cat and bring him to a pound and call it a kennel.

He's still a dog not a cat and that's a pound not a kennel.

The human mind is crazy we are all popcorn in a microwave we see one pop then we all start popping off like crazy.

And then we call those that didn't pop slightly lazy.

Sorry for being patient and waiting for a moment that excites me.

No music, no light, no sound.

You'll still get caught up in a moment if somebody there starts a hype team.

Open ended metaphors this whole poems full of symmetry and has a deeper meaning.

Once you get this whole message don't be afraid of the knocking let it in open that door.