War Just Outside My Door Poem by Paula TH

A man or a woman only end up who they end up to be.
I was given at birth how to treat others with courtesy.
Some people do things that you thought would never happen.
Then you are left standing there thinking of your actions.
Should you let it slide, what you have seen?
If you speak up against them, they will wipe away that gleam.
Dirty people lurk around corners wanting you to be like them.
I can't, I can't be like you, you and your fake plastic attitude.
Why couldn't you just leave me alone?
I just wanted my pay check and then to come home.
You know I was right and you were wrong.
That is why some day this may turn to a song.
I will be me and and you be you.
Yeah I know it is hard to read the truth.
You will still be sitting there in that chair.
You will be the king of slime just like you are now.
Why don't you just say oooh look at me, everybody want's to kiss me because I can help you with your sub prime problem.
You think you are all that just cause you gottem?
There are people out there that are sick inside, mental and physical, but the mental you can not hide. I can still feel your presence of illness and you should be ashamed, you know who you are.
This is only my second published writing and I will keep fighting.
My home life is great but you know who I hate.
If there is a judgement day, you will not get through.
I will be standing there to remind you.