enough

No, you change the way you talk to me
I don’t care what you think or what you see in me
I’m done with your logic, “truths” and philosophy
I think it’s time you own up to your hypocrisy

Has it ever occurred to you that you might be wrong
that your drivel disgusts me but you go on and on
I’m not the one who needs the saving:
it’s not my friends, it’s you who’s depraving

I don’t care how and with what you justify
there are some things that you just can never hide
your scheming ways need to be laid to rest
you want ME to be sorry? it’s time YOU confessed.

You jumped the gun, and you took your turn, so
Go ahead beg mercy, go look for someone
to save you. But they’re probably parade you
in front of their kin, their near-to-heart
to show them how bad it gets
to exemplify what vilification begets

you’re probably beyond recognition now
stupidity has trapped you in its shroud
your conscience is now a battered sieve
that mind of yours has ceased to live

may this world be spared from your insanity
i hope some part of you faces reality
and looks it in the face to see
the monster you have come to be.

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What other people have to say:

As with most of my other poems, this is also pure fiction. No, you are not responsible for this outburst of repressed anger. No one is.

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