Nasty
insecure people
so often love to reap.
****
the essence of the ones they hurt.
put on a thinly veiled mask of
whom they've hurt
stealing everything
the persons dignity
their soul.
their interests.
their style even.
It leaves me just nauseous.
disgusted.
a nasty putrid feeling in my stomach
coils tighter and tighter.
Will it ever end ?
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 11:49 AM UTC
Nasty
insecure people
so often love to reap.
****
the essence of the ones they hurt.
put on a thinly veiled mask of
whom they've hurt
stealing everything
the persons dignity
their soul.
their interests.
their style even.
It leaves me just nauseous.
disgusted.
a nasty putrid feeling in my stomach
coils tighter and tighter.
Will it ever end ?
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