Don't need the truth,
Don't want your lies.
Tired of it all,
Your sickening cries.
Don't need your pride,
Don't want your ego.
Keep them inside,
Lock the damn door.
You brought this on yourself,
With maddening blight.
You called me insecure,
This hypocrite strives!
Every fiber of my soul,
Is screaming in agony.
Begging for my release,
Why won't you see?
It's her whom I could never please.
I shall humiliate you,
Just as you did to me.
I will make sure it hurts you,
The truth can be a terrible disease.
Whispering in your ears,
I really hope you tear.
Apartheid reigns in my mind,
Reminding me why you're blind.
Your lies still cause conflict,
Remaining ever so vigilant,
Promised you to counteract it,
And yet I stood there so diffident.
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Poems Of A Nihilist
PoetryAmateurish Poems I write from time to time. [Everything's written by me unless stated otherwise.] These poems are mostly related to events currently unfolding in my life and almost always have a double meaning to them. Or do they?
