Defean Their Mutters... Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

The cheek of some people with no shame, no fear
Playing on the anxiety of the underdog with weak shelled tears

Human demolition ball a mission to smash trusting hearts
Zapping joys colour painting this world grey

Takes time to recover, takes time to realise your own worth
A body made of glass, the dread taken in every tread

Fragile figure constant thoughts of being shattered
Every day awake, every day hiding with lonesome shakes

The soul that doesn't want to come out to play
The trolls take the sunshine out the day

But those that inflict harm remember are harmed themselves
They lurk inside desperation wells

You are love and that all that matters
Ignore the silly mad haters

Lock out the haters, pull up the positive shutters
Play the music of peace and deafen their mutters