My 99 Thoughts

Listen To Me

Words unspoken to you because you don't listen.

Words embodying you but you don't accept them.

You chastise them, berate them. You simply hate them.

Your counterintuitive ways of speaking chip away at me.

You don't emphasize, sympathize, nor do you choose realize the pain in front of your eyes.

You invade my privacy and don't even lie to me saying everything will work out for me.

You provoke me, as if the words you read where mispoked. Apparently me hurting is seen as a joke for to poke at until I'm fucking broke. 

You stroke my strings of death, nearly hitting the right tune. What the hell would you do if I fuck around and croak?

You're unapologetic, you see me as pathetic.

You foment me to strum my finals tunes, as if you don't want me to be around for the next afternoon.

I remember your words were appalling because although I can't quote, I have no trouble recalling the my emotions that sent my mind sprawling.

Mother, I listen, I hear. I made sure you'd never be able to peer at my words again, In case you'd cause yet another tear.

All that is left is an artificialness, fickleness and maliciousnees.

Your prejudiceness against pain will leave you with nothing to gain.

But it doesn't matter because our mother son flame will never be the same.

You put that flame out when you called my pain a game.

Welp, that was personal. *sips tea*