What makes you think I'm in the least bit afraid of you. You'd rather fight me than do what you need to do. You found pleasure in throwing away my shit. Then wonder why your food went along with it. Don't be surprised at the pressure on your trachea. I don't know what made you think it was a good idea. So you incriminate yourself, in an infinite amount of ways. I don't know why you're surprised that I put you in your place. Because now you think it's okay to throw my shit away. Don't worry, this is your game and you seem to forget that I mastered how to play.
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My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.
