Poetry: Symmetry and Reflections

I'll Turn Away

So how does it feel to be you?
Not giving thought or having a clue?
With how to put others before your needs?
Or how to not be consumed by your greed?
Must be nice to be queen of your castle.
I'm just glad you've got someone else to hassle.

What kind of inferno could ever break your heart of cold?
These ridiculous tactics you use are getting so old.
When will getting your way ever be enough?
Compensating because you think you had it rough.
You have so many blessings that never get counted.
So many assurances that you've always doubted.

Hiding insecurity in masks of control.
This temporary comfort that you'll never truly hold.
Who do you think you're fooling with stupid white lies?
This chess game of power in which you hide.
One day reality will hit and it all crashes down.
I'll only shake my head and enjoy the sound.

What gets me most is those that you've fooled.
The peasants of your kingdom you think that you rule.
The more I get angry the more I have pity.
I've grown more every day that you're not with me.
To get as far away from the words you speak.
Your double-standard moral decay that simply reeks.

Even funnier is how you try to point fingers at me.
With thousands pointed back, you'd still admit no defeat.
A stubborn mule spitting at those who don't go your way.
Nothing ever wrong with you, perfection so innate.
Eventually your lies catch up and I'll savor that day.
And don't you dare come crawling to me

I'll simply turn away