Tear me apart.
Rip me to shreds.
Watch me cry.
Then watch me die.
This feeling inside it burns deep.
To hide it, when it never says a peep.
I look inside at the cinders.
When it is all around me.
It's my time to shine.
I'll dine on the friut of labors.
"Ok, this is a very deep an emotional poem. It has many secret's to it... so don't say it doesn't make sense. Tell me if you can fiure it out. I wanna see how deep you people's can get"