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Poison Cupcake


Today was a battle, 

Yesterday a fight.

 

Tomorrow will be another...

Reminder of this war.

 

You’ve taken my youth,

Poured poison into my future;

 

But I have the antidote,

And I’m going to use it.

 

You can accuse me,

Abuse me,

You can even kill me;

 

But, I won’t lay down.

I won’t stop screaming,

I won’t let you win

All these battles you’ve initiated.

 

I am the victor.

The one who always triumphs.

 

You are a pathetic amateur.

 

I am the knife,

You are the heart.

 

I am the fire,

You are the bark.

 

I won’t give in,

I’ll only grow stronger.

Soon I’ll be someone you fear,

Maybe someone you ponder. 

 

So enjoy these last few moments of blissful victory;

Because I’m bringing in my tanks,

I won’t stop until you’re history.

 

Bye-bye, little cupcake,

Have fun in hell.

And I’ll be here, erecting a podium

Of you when you fell.

 
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victoria.gracem

High School Senior, 17, Dallas Texas I pour my heart into my poetry, these stanzas and iambs are my soul on display to hopefully guide another soul in the direction they know they must go. Read with a heavy heart, but read with optimism for your own future as well.

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