Forever Held By Dour Hands

I am now sitting here working on my oral presentation for English class. I basically have to reread The Grapes of Wrath and I am guessing it is going to take me all day, and I can't do it later because of the million other things I have to do. I really shouldn't be even blogging, but I need to write and release some stress before I can more on.

It flows through my veins,
this feeling of doom,
that all will be taken,
from hands derived from gloom,
These dour hands,
I have embraced in a handshake,
now I would never touch them,
For my own sake,
I feel as if I tell you the truth,
an obvious statement,
that I want you out of my life,
All hell will hit the pavement,
you would take away my friends,
companions and people I love,
by twisting my words,
using your hands in "lying" gloves,
You will make me the villain,
disguising the rogue you are,
I will then be alone,
with a deep, vicious, scar,
So I don't tell you to go,
and you stay in my life,
cause me still pain,
giving me anger and strife,
you may have seemed to change to some,
and I commend you for trying,
but deep down in your selfish heart,
I know you are lying,
So either I lose some I love,
or I keep you forever,
with all your foolish games,
for infinity they will sever,
deep into my sanity,
till all that's left is wrath,
I know I am better than anger,
I have to on my behalf,
Chained to the waist with you,
along with the shackles of school,
I now sit on my computer chair,
remembering how I was a fool,
please don't hate my judgment,
and you don't have to agree,
I need to be free of those hands,
in order to start to become free.....
...............................................and live my life just being me.

I needed to get that out, in order to be free.