The Real Me Poem by Ridge Dillard

Have you ever experienced growing pains
So deep and rigid you feared
You’d go insane
You know my plight but not my name
You know my loss, my lack of gain
My suppressed brain
He and my soul are Twain in torment
The rumbling hate will lie dormant
No longer! It longs freedom
As it grows stronger
Who am I to stand in the way
Of the aggression brought about
From the pangs of the day
The words these idiots say
My pride which decays
As I search for pay
In this blue collar relay
I find solace in little
And by much I am vexed
By much I am angered and caused unrest
By now I feel the heaviness upon my chest
Stress I need to deal with
Words I could kill with
Shoot from my mouth
Letters laced with bullets
Razor-edged tulips
Sweet with the scent
Of fresh blood
I have these jagged thoughts
In my head
You expected delicacy
And got the real me
Instead.