My Say

Some would say I'm ignorant,

Some would say I'm opinionated,

I'm not.

But if I was,

What's so bad about that?

If I had My Say,

My Mind full force,

People would not see what they usually see in me.

Not that they look very hard.

If I voiced My Mind all the time,

Most would think I'm weak,

Heartless.

Why?

The Muddy trenches

The Death

The panting, bludgered corpes

blood streaming around them,

The same scarlet as their eyes.

Why?

I'm unaffected.

The outrage 

The despair

The Death

A waste.

Death.

A waste.

I see my opinion is strong,

But you shouldn't have expected anything less.

People would think I'm weak,

Because I block out the death,

You think I'm blocking it?

That's just the point.

I'm not ignoring it.

Embracing it.

I'm not weak,

Fortified.

Not heartless,

Understanding.

Spinning Pupils,

Bloodied hands,

Trembling fingers on weeping triggers.

By Abby