They Call Me
Medusa;
The watch me as my hair slithers and they tremble in fear
This head is filled with so much pain
This body, beautiful but broken
They try to build me up
But brick can’t hold forever I tell them
This heart stone cold, I wish I could stare into a soul
Without making them freeze in fear
I don’t mean to be so evil
I wait and sit for the day a man would come to slay me
Im sorry you are threatened by my presence
While I’m the one
Living with the burden of another persons doing
I don’t mean to be so poisonous
I wish I could stare at you and not lose you forever
This poem is about:
Me