I know it
was fake cuz you stole mine from me
I guess you
didn’t want to use it yourself
it’s just
some trophy you put on a shelf
to show to
all your fellow sociopaths
I can see you
all staring at it having a good laugh
as much as I
hate shrinking to your lonely lowness
with thoughts
of ending you - it can’t fix the mess
you’re not
worth losing my conscientiousness
you don’t
deserve anything else that’s mine
yeah, you
hateful fuck, that includes my time
but I need
to get “hating you” off my chest
it’s a must
so I can return to my best
your
narcissism tells you, “it’s all for you”
I could give
two shits about what you think or do
it’s all
about being what I’m meant to be
this is me
taking back my self esteem
with the
weight of the hate I’m tossing off me
I am finally
free to achieve my destiny
©September
13, 2014 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas
This is a "corrected" edition of that last one I posted. I haven't decided if it is better or worse. Gee, if there was only a way that people reading my stuff could pipe in with their opinion... Oh, that's right. It is very easy - my readers just don't give a shit about anything I suppose. That's cool. Pass it on over this way - I could use a gigantic hit.
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