So heated, the blood runs thick,

A burning shame, a bitter trick.

Constantly cheated, cards laid bare,

A losing hand, beyond compare.

But it is all okay, I tell myself,

Despite the sting, upon the shelf

Of memories, a growing pile,

Of promises, and empty smile.

Feel beated, bruised and worn,

Another battle, barely born.

Seems it’s always repeated, this fall,

Against a brick, a silent wall.

The same old lies, the same old game,

Whispered softly, calling my name.

But all assholes get their day,

Karma's coming, come what may.

I tried to say this, all sheeted tight,

In metaphor, and softer light.

But it seems to always end up deleted,

My voice suppressed, my spirit cheated.

The careful words, erased and gone,

Before the rising of the dawn.

I'm not going to let the destroyers get their way,

They’ll not silence me, not today.

Feel incompleted, a puzzle piece,

Lost in the chaos, finding no release.

I even attempted, and deleted, in fear,

The consequences, oh so clear.

To return here to this hell of a sewer trap,

And swallow down, another painful clap.

And not have my say, to bite my tongue,

While victory's song, remains unsung.

No, I won’t yield, I won’t be swayed,

My voice will rise, it will be played.

So heated, cheated, and incomplete,

I'll stand my ground, and face the heat.

My day will come, my voice will

ring,

A defiant truth, on hopeful wing.