Scorpion
December 1st, 2021
When you back an animal into a corner,
You often want them to cower,
But you always act surprised,
When they get defensive.
You Maimed me as a fool,
You painted me the Joker,
A mouse to the Cat of yourself,
A Gazelle in the being of the earth,
Constantly Prayed upon,
You didn't expect what happened next,
To strike back,
To strike back harder than I ever had,
"You abandoned her!" You accused.
You brought an audience to the slaughter,
And you didn't hold back,
I wanted to fight,
I wanted to react,
But I knew better,
You've always been this way, haven't you?
But like any good huntress,
I lied in wait.
I let you stomp me down,
Over and Over again,
I let you step on me,
And I never took a cheap shot,
I waited,
I let my silence scream in masses,
I let your accusations fly,
You believed you'd taken me out for the count.
Till I popped the lid,
Pop.
And the World finally saw you, the way I had,
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even have a book published."
The world continued to move,
But yours stood still, only for a moment,
But Man was it satisfying,
Now that truly got your attention,
The Acolytes couldn't believe the Gule,
You couldn't believe the gumption,
And I could believe your audacity,
To scared to face me head on,
The strike rocked you to your core –
Didn't it?
Your girlfriend screen shotted everything,
You refused to face me,
My silence was screaming the truth,
While your scream were bellowing lies,
My truth was being heard all over the world,
"I can't be civil with her, She's not worth it." You pleaded to my mother.
I vowed that my silence will no longer be contained.
And you seethed,
You stewed,
You sought at every outlet,
You expected me to defend myself,
But instead I wiped the blood from my mouth,
The tears that soaked my cheeks,
And I picked up my pen,
Because these words will set me free.
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Acolyte
شِعرAs The companion to Kool Aid, Acolyte will take you through the journey of self discovery and self realization of going through pain, heart ache and emotional distress, of loving a narcissist.