More poems by DiscountHobo

That One "Little" Thing.

Nope. The thing that pumps blood to your body isn't the thing that he's captivated.

I actually believe it's the thing that makes your feet move.

The thing that tells you to rip your eyes to shreds.

While wondering what wrong you did last.

The thing that he has under his thumb.

The thing he washes with his very own type of rum.

The thing that helps you believe in yourself.

Well, you can't do that anymore.

What happened to your confidence?

Did it vanish when you got with that a**?

Yeah, I think it's time you and that thing took a stand.

Make that thing tell your feet to march up to the man that did this...

And tell him that you're through with him.

All of the stealing of the truth.

All of the stealing of your youth.

All of the giving of no control.

All of the taking of self-respect.

Don't let this one man get away with this.

March up to him and take it all back.

Once you're on your own he will come running back.

To the very same mind that he tried to blind.

To the very same thing that told those feet to move.

To the feet that are standing there saying "no,no,no.".

Then that's how you will know.

That the times you thought you had done the wrong.

Were the times that he switched his guilty mind waves for you to receive.

I think that's how you will know.

That all of the times that you scratched out your eyes were the very same times that Mr.Right were behind.

Yeah,I think that's how you will know that you're better than him.

That you've boosted your confidence back again.

That he's the one who is being controlled.

But don't give pity and don't take the "gold".

Just keep on saying,"no,no,no."

Because the thing that pumps blood is pumping harder,you see?

As the anger builds up and wants to attack this thing.

But just walk away in those feet and live your dreams.

Yeah those newly found dreams that you found with that newly found voice that you got all by yourself.

The voice that is saying "no,no,no."

The voice that is being triggered by that one little thing.

The thing that is being controlled by the thing that was once gone.

The thing that told you to take a stand and to get back what you had stolen.

Yeah,I believe that would be your soul.

The one that got back that mind of yours,that he thought he had under his thumb.

Remember the one?

Nope. No one can captivate that old soul.

Because now you know the truth.

And you are giving yourself back your youth.

You have all of the control.

And all of the self-respect.

Thanks to the soul that helped you get YOUR life back.

So I took my stand and I realized that I was better off without him!

So bye-bye Mr.Wrong! You helped me to make up this song!

Hope your soul tells you to soon get back your brain!

Because I believe...that you're missing that one little thing...
Poem by DiscountHobo