The Soul Of A Rebel In Me Poem by Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton

The Soul of a Rebel In Me

Containing complicated thoughts, is my specialty,
I get lost in them often, I’m fatigue so frequently.
I’m a screaming rebel internally, not judging by the outside,
Thus my morbid soul that lives within, is never satisfied.

It’s like feeling hungry, but never eating a single crumb,
All these, twisted emotions, where do they come from?
There’s…someone…whispering crimson words,
I hardly ever hear them, over the traffic and the birds.

That…someone…on the inside is…different from the rest,
They tell me a paradise is waiting, if I complete a little test.
Their words are ice cold, so cold, they burn my ears as they speak,
They are painful, yet seducing and attractive. Who will I seek?

They gave me a wilted rose to keep in my possession,
I don’t know how to judge them, they make a great impression.
Nothing seems to matter, but this voice inside my head,
A tranquil noise to stronger ears, the soul of a rebel long dead.