All Talk No Walk

 This poem is dedicated to all those motherfuckers that make religion their whole personality
while they go around parading their hypocrisy

Fuck off

Practice what you preach, they say
Yet they go mumbling shit while they pray
Slagging off people for having a sex life while you're sex obsessed
Okay, I get being sexually repressed
But what has my character got to do with how I'm dressed
Keep walking; you're nothing but all talk
Stop talking; you can't walk the walk

You fucking what?
I ain't a Harry Potter fan but are you fucking Voldemort?
As treacherous as a snake, hiss hiss
Leave me alone, I'm jamming to Paleface Swiss

I'm not sorry that you find my happiness offensive
Go and get a hobby that isn't going after married men, that shit's obsessive
Why does it bother you when someone doesn't believe in God
Putting "God first" and including verses from a religious book in your bio while heavily judging others, that shit is fraud
"You're going to Hell for this!" Is that a threat?
The whole world knows your dirty little secret
You'll never understand the ordeals I've been through, so don't even talk
The guilt's written all over your face, bragging about sucking off some man's cock

"You used to be pretty back then," fuck off, I'm still pretty
You take the r out of pretty; yeah, you're petty
Cunts like you seem to be allergic to taking accountability 
Using your religion as an excuse to mock my disability
"I've been nothing but nice to you," oh fuck off
Here you go, avoiding accountability again
Aww, are you so insecure that you go after someone else's man?
Don't like how I wear my eyeliner? That sounds like a YOU problem
Sounds like you have side character syndrome

Aww, offended that I cut you off? You handed me the knife
I'll keep standing my ground and living my life
While you drown in misery
Go live in Dubai since you're hungry for someone's money

What Is Love?

That four-letter word we can't spell
That four-letter word we can feel
That four-letter word we all yearn for
That four-letter word we all hear
That four-letter word we all fear

Back then, my heart & soul were blind
Believing everything through those rose-tinted glasses
Eyes blinded by them faint erratic flashes
I grew up thinking that it was a sin
I grew up thinking that it was a wolf dressed in sheep's skin
I grew up thinking that it was similar to abuse
Lived in this world with every brutal bruise

Now that I'm older, learning a lesson about love is a blessing
When you love someone genuinely, it'll start progressing
Love is not equivalent to obsession
Being possessed & oppressed by someone who doesn't love you leads to depression
Now that I'm out of that nightmare, I've learnt to be the right person by loving myself first
No man deserves me at my best if he can’t love me at my worst

Another thing I've also learnt is that family requires love, not blood
After being dragged through the mud
By the ones I once considered family
They've given me grief and disloyalty
I don't need sympathy
I need empathy

Love has no gender, religion or colour
Surely requires no favour

Empathy In Exhaustion

All these years, I've been drowning in self-neglect
It's about time I self-reflect
All these years, I've been exhausted from all the empathy I've been carrying, making me forget who I am
Showing empathy feels like a scam

Now I find it difficult to open up my heart

When I do, I get ridiculed and then ripped apart
Since when did these motherfuckers consider bullying art
This is why I'm becoming more selective
Trust is a rarity but it can be defective

All this empathy is making me exhausted
These motherfuckers shouldn't be trusted
Chew me up then spit me out
Leading me to self-doubt

Don't ask me why I'm heartless
Expressing empathy has led me to emptiness
Danger is creeping in my chest
Expressing empathy has led me to fatigue, my feelings remained unaddressed 

In Voids We Trust

 Yeah I know that the motto is In Paws We Trust
But this is all about black cats, loving them is a must
They love to hypnotise us with their moonlit eyes
Fall asleep next to us until the sunrise

Black cats are indeed a sign of good luck
Those who think they're bad luck, they suck
How can you hate on them sweet little voids
They're better therapists than steroids

Black cats are so photogenic
Their furs are soft, and the sound of their purrs is so therapeutic 
Squidgy little toe beans
They love to eat their veggies, especially their greens

I love waking up to the sweet sound of their meows, they are so cute
It'd be cute if they can learn how to salute
They know how to pose for the camera
Did you know, the Italian word for panther is Pantera
Black cats are so metal
They're all silky as a rose petal
But they're skilful ninjas
And they're just as cool as gingers
Mind you, they both have souls
Don't listen to them trolls

In voids we trust is the motto
I'd buy a mansion with loads of cats if I ever win the lotto 

A Fetish For Misery

"What would people say?" Fuck them
I don't care what animosity they have towards me, it sounds like a them problem
More like they have a fetish for misery
I ain't talking about a Stephen King story

"Shame you don't..." Shhh don't even think about trying to change my mind
Take your negativity and stick it where the sun doesn't shine
"You look like..." Shhh, you must be blind
Yet you're the one that is contradicting yourself with shit like "be kind" and "Praise the Lord" in your bio
Telling me to unalive myself for being busty, that's a no-no

Everybody seems to have a fetish for misery
Haven't you fuckers got any decency

Don't like the way I dress?
That's none of my business
If you badly want to watch me fail
Then why on earth are you on my tail?

Here we go again with the guilt trip
You're asking for a fat lip
Here's a phase I recommend that you don't skip

That's right, it's called stay in your fucking lane
I ain't got time to be listening to the shit that shits out of your brain 

Jealousy is an ugly disease, get well soon mate
Darling, go buy yourself a personality
Aww thank you, I appreciate the hate
Hope you recover from your fetish for misery

Kiss kiss, you won't be missed
You can't see me, I'm hiding in the mist

The CEO of MEGA

 I'm gonna keep dressing like it's Halloween every damn day
Pass me a white mocha or a vanilla latte
That's right, I'm the CEO of making emo great again, I'm a motherfucking queen
Going to shows is my scene

Rawr, I'm a dinosaur
No wait, I'm a kitty cat
It's acceptable to girly dance to metalcore
Headbanging to A7X (Avenged Sevenfold), all hail the Deathbat
I'm running out of black eyeliner and nail varnish, I need more

That's right, I'm the CEO of making emo great again
I will remain undefeated
I won't let anyone take over my reign
I won't obey, I'm a mother fucking rebel
I'm a badass witch. Do you want me to read you a spell?

I'm never too old to mosh
Bunny boilers hating for no reason, oh my gosh
I'll bet they'll get their arse whooped in the moshpit
It's not my problem that your man thinks I'm fit
If this stanza bothers you, that's not my problem
Everyone knows you're probably cheating, such a scum
It's funny how I got bullied for my style
Now all of a sudden, motherfuckers wanna be me so badly, that ain't gonna last for a while

Black cats are metal as fuck
Their beauty and personality bring good luck
Donnie's favourite band is whatever band I like, especially Paleface Swiss
That's my boy, he gets another forehead kiss

No Mum, it's still not a phase
Make Emo Great Again is the catchphrase 

Build-A-Billionaire

 So, I wrote a two-part poem called Build-A-Bitch
So, now we're calling out those who get off to the rich
Now you got bitches and their Disney Princess Syndrome, looking for a fella who is in finance, trust fund, 6'5, blue eyes
Yet they're adding filters in their photos, exposing their own lies

Wake up, this ain't build-a-billionaire
That's like bragging about having an affair
What happened to look for character & value
There's different eye colours out there that ain't blue
That's like wanting to be with a chick that is built like MewTwo

Back off, sugar daddy
I'm in my bad girl era; my name's not Maddie
I don't want you and your money; I ain't interested in the old meat
I ain't interested in shopping at the high street
Please, I don't want to get diabetes
I also ain't interested in catching genital herpes
Don't expect me to apologise for my vulgarity
You want equality, you got equality

Wake up, this ain't build-a-billionaire
Meeting up for coffee or bubble tea is better than going to a fancy restaurant in Leicester Square
Marrying a fella from Dubai ain't a flex
I wouldn't be surprised if your marriage ended because he's probs obsessed with his ex