I Am Not Bullet-Proof [poem]

Your words exit mouth

With bullet precision

All meaning gets lost in the force of your message

 

I stand here encased

In my well-worn armor

Ready for your next volley, ready for a fight

 

The storm in you will not be quelled

Still I cling to my stubbornness like a rope

Refusing to be pulled under

 

When will you realize

This demon you grapple with

resides in the mirror

 

Your words exit mouth

With bullet precision

But I am not bullet-proof and I never will be.

The End

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