laughing at me
hateful
not believing
condescending
of my words
and my beliefs
I see them;
making jokes about my truths
rolling eyes
with smirking "whys"
questioning my every word
saying all I'm gonna get
is hurt;
I see them
patronising my mind
calling me ignorantly kind
belittling my dreams...
and though it seems
like I care so much at times
for all your ugly whines
I do know deep inside my heart
right from the very start
that I'm gonna fight you with my love
and I may have mentioned it above
but I am stronger than you are
for getting already that far
crushing all the chains inside my head
while you appear to be dead
dreamless, heartless and so deeply insecure
with intentions that are never pure...
I am sorry for what you have become
but it's not my business to repair your soul...
V.
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