Don't you dare try
To push me to my limit
Coz' I can make you cry
Even though I don't mean it
I may not be the one
Who'd talk back when pushed
I may not be the one
Who'd fight back when ambushed
But I'm only controlling
The temper that remained
And I'm only preventing
For my temper to be drained
If this goes on and on
I might pull the wrong string
To win this competition
And live you only with nothing
So don't you let
Your arm guard down
You haven't won yet
Things might turn around
The last too lines were so strong.. Very nicely expressed... The anger... Try to relax... To stress yourself too much..
Venom and fire glaring from the words...One that possesses the ability to consume and turn the target to ashes..with nothing. A warning that will certainly insure a caution to be followed and implied. A perfect applause and keep on writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a scary poem.. haha.. chillax dude, we're here.. we'll help you kill them.. LOL..XD