Dunce

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I held remorse for you once.
But I won't anymore, you never deserved it.
I was nothing but a dunce.
It took me so long to have finally learned it.

Obscure.
Manipulative.
Impure.
Cooperative.

You used your words quite well, I must say.
You were experienced; you knew what to do.
I was kept at bay; believing every message you conveyed.
Yet, your cover I somehow blew.

Pity; oh how I pitied you.
The stories you told me, the trust that grew.
Never once did I blame you.
None of the stories you told me were true.

She was painted as a villain.
I knew her; she was never kind to me.
Convinced me to make her pay for simply living; you knew I wasn't forgiving.
But I didn't know you wanted a red sea.

I wasn't aware of that; I only wanted to be a sort of assistant.
I was enraged; indeed.
So I believed everything; almost in an instant.
It didn't take long until I agreed.

I didn't know that she was simply troubled.
Only doing what she knew.
She lived in her own little bubble.
That didn't stop you.

The terrifying hatred in you eyes.
The change in your demeanor when someone mentioned her name.
The way you pretended to cry when she died.
It was you, but I'd be the one to blame.

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