I wouldn’t do it, but I thought it - Tyla Badger

Take a deep breath.

My eyes...myotic,

My thoughts...neurotic,

This rage feels psychotic.

I won’t do it, but I thought it.

You can’t understand,

This rage is seeping, creeping out her cage.

You bought the book, I burned the page.

I’ll drag you out onto my stage,

A tyrant’s show for any age.

...I think I need to cleanse with sage.

But people cannot see inside,

My mind is cloudy, black and white,

With red blood seeping in my eyes.

The colours fade... a raptured sky.

My happiness comes when you cry.

Cause he brought out my killer side.

Dark passenger, she needs the time,

Release her rage on to a page

So all these thoughts can fade away.

My thoughts have been

Bullets grown thin, arrows that spin

Each direction, until they win

What she tells them to do, don’t stop

Until pain ends. I can’t pretend

What I’ll do will mend

But my brain can think you will fend

For your life, as I bend

You to a fictitious end...

I will break you with my imagination.

Over, and over again.

I need to snap back to reality,

Look at a picture of my family.

My brain is gone...insanity...

The rage is flooded, ran out of glee.

I do not know what’s wrong with me.

The rage... she brought her company

To watch the torture from the screen.

Inside my brain, the pain will ease.

A baseball bat she drags with me

To take to someone’s sinful knees.

I am the karma... here to please,

But rage gets taken by the breeze

And now there’s fire... burning trees.

A world of sorrow, great unease.

My rage has spread too far to know

Who it will reach, I watch the show!

My mind a grenade, ready to blow.

I tug and pull, she’ll let me go...

I cannot claim insanity.

This rage is her, and her is me.

My trigger finger, one, two, three

Is controlled by my darkest me.

Dark passenger... I set her free,

To let her write, my pain will flee.

So do not stare, don’t look at me...

This anger comes in you and me.

But then I see, this rage is simply fantasy.

I look at me and all I see

Is a poet... wanting to flee.

I don’t want to be somebody

Just as bad as my inner me.

So I write my rage, to set it free.

Red covered eyes to words that bleed...

Take a Deep breath.

My eyes were myotic,

My brain was neurotic,

This rage felt psychotic,

But do not worry,

I won’t do it, but I thought it.

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 Hello, I am Tyla, also known as Scarlet Tyde; an aspiring poet from Barrie, Ontario, and a soon to be Recreation and Leisure Services graduate from Georgian College! I have been writing poetry since I can remember being able to write -poetry has always called to me and is an outlet I use daily to register, comprehend, and feel my emotions in a safe way. I always hope my writing creates impact, whether that be mental health advocacy, social justice, or even a simple appreciation for nature; I try to lean into the subjectivity of the experience and encourage interpretation to be up to the readers…I think that is what makes poetry so beautiful.

IG: @scarlettydepoetry