The Book Slams Shut Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Tell me would I be more beautiful—
If I spoke just like you?
Would I be more willing,
To do the same things that you do?

Superficial and dead,
Yes, dead to the core.
Feelings are overrated,
They appear such a bore.

I felt them all once.
Yes, I felt them before.
Then I felt as if I was dying,
I knew I was not able to handle more.

I gave up on feeling emotions,
I became cold and displaced.
I wiped all the tears
—Which were streaming down my face.

I couldn't handle those emotional waves,
In love, then in hate.
So I ran from my feelings:
Ran away from feeling in such a weakened state.

Rage now ensues,
Sometimes I feel it.
But even my anger,
I can't seem to reveal it.

Life is so fickle,
It's all false, it's fake.
That is why it is this planet,
Which I now realize I hate.

I want to cut myself,
To see if I'll bleed.
This book now is finished;
It wasn't worth the read.

So I'm slamming it shut,
Yes, I toss it to the ground.
No hate is lost,
Only scorching passion—I've found!

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