Stop Hitting Yourself
A poem I wrote a while ago.
Hey friends, here’s another poem I wrote & narrated.
Another hit, and now I’m down,
Confused, I look up with a frown.
Why are you hitting me?
But there’s no one there, as far as I can see.
I look around to find someone to fight,
So I scream, “Come out!” with all my might.
Could it be they’re hiding behind the wall?
Cause I hear nothing in return at all.
I look at my fists, they’re all red and bruised,
The thought crosses my mind, am I being used?
I mean, how did that happen to me?
But then I look in the mirror and start to flee.
Thanks for reading!
Regards,
Jibran