Following Your Words

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You said I was unworthy,

I didn't doubt what you said

Believing you'd only talk for my benefit

I swallowed my rage unsaid.

You said I could do nothing

I believed just what you said

Then you added fuel to the fire,

By calling me a wreck.

You said I was filthy,

You didn't want me to be around you;

I respected your ruthless courtesy;

Stayed miles away from you.

You said I was ugly,

I couldn't sleep all night long.

You said I was born to cry,

I never again let another tear elong.

You stated me as an impromptu mistake,

And all you felt for me was rage.

I accepted your curt belligerence

Though, it made me loose my sense.

You made me distrust myself

I never retaliated to your words;

You still didn't learn to shut your mouth,

And blabbered like the end of the world.

You said I spoke a lot,

Even more than dogs can bark

I wondered how my verbal usage could be more than yours, 

Yet I made no remark.

Your screeching and shrilling

Was all I ever heard

In my entire course of life,

But never counterclaimed a word.

You said I was a merciless soul

With a heart so dark,

If ever seen, even the devil would cry!

I only had my pillow, to bury my face and sigh.

Your words directly quoted-

"You good for nothing garbage!"

I serenely honored your shibboleth demeanor,

And paid no heed to your gloats.

I primarily got carried away

With all that you would say,

But then I got accustomed to your smug verbal torture,

And all I did, was wait.

And the wait was worth the victory;

Something no one could achieve, even through lottery

Bet it, you would say I got lucky,

But this 'luck' was more than fame and money.

Now here I am, living

With tranquility and contentment

I can feel your envious eyes

Burn in agony and resentment.

Waiting for me, to recognize you and own you,

But I think you forgot your own principles

You amiably instilled in me-

"Love is just a four letter word,

 You can't expect to hear from me.

Don't ever think I'd own you,

You're just a nobody to me."

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