"Maybe you'll change
Abandon all your wicked ways
Make amends and start anew again
Maybe you'll see
All the wrongs you did to me
And start all over, start all over again"
i hate your words, for they are so contradictory and contrived.
"spread love not hate",
yet you comment about the things i ate.
perhaps you would be respected more if you didn't curse like a sailor,
while heading to the back door.
the endless cycle is really getting old,
maybe you should go bold
and do something with your precious time.
the petty insults aren't going to solve your problems.
i need to remind myself now and then that your words only contain toxins.
your pride is so damaged you feel the need to hurt others.
when no one is there to catch your ass if you fall back, it's time to help oneself.
face yourself.
YOU ARE READING
the way i see things
Poetrystories aren't in order, I just write what comes to mind.
