The Truth

You claim you know me
though we’ve never even met
You say my eyes ae slate
and you know my fate
but we’ve never met at all
To you I scream and shout
and I’m the first to give my ground
You see the me I choose to show
But what you don’t know will aways come back to bite you in the butt
Sure my eyes are slate
but my future doesn’t include you
so where did you get the “our”
I’m silent and peaceful but I love to yell
and I’m the last to give my ground
I stand tall and fight for what’s right
If you mess with me, there’s no hope for you
But you don’t know me at all
So I’ll tell you alright,
Meet the real nightmare on Elm St.





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