Of Battered Hearts & Bitter Coffee

Do you know?

You don't understand my behaviour you say,
It's because you haven't had your self belief ripped out of you,
Only to be shredded to its subatomic particles in front of your eyes.

You may know anger,
But do you know wrath?
You may know how, why and what,
But do you know pain in its most pure sort?
Do you know that feeling when your self confidence is dissolving in an acid filled pot?
Do you know that feeling when your sanity is attracted to the wild flame like a moth?
Do you know that feeling when your dreams lie shattered into a million pieces at your feet?
Do you know how difficult this revelation makes it to breathe?
Do you know that frustration when you can't piece them back together,
Because no amount of glue can seal those fine cracks forever?
Do you know that irritation when you can't even move away and beyond this,
For the shattered pieces lay all over your path, like shiny needles,
Obstructing your movement forward and away from this depressing reality?
Do you understand the level of this calamity?

Of course you don't,
You are just that container of salt for my wounds.
You say I'm useless,
You taunt,
My self image you taunt,
With your comments and judgments.

But someday I will find it in me to walk over those shards,
And create an indestructible dream,
And achieve it and do my job in life's grand scheme.
I will make sure you watch me do it,
I will make sure you remember every taunt as you watch me,
And I will wait,
For you to regret,
It will be the healing water washing the salt off my wounds,
It will wash these feelings of hatered too,
If I took revenge, then that brings me down to the same level as you,
And I am a better person, for I will try to understand the person in front of me,
And make sure no one writes a poem like this to me.