This odd feeling
builds in my chest.
It rises into my throat,
trying to escape.
Finally I can no longer
hold it back.
A sick,
bitter,
twisted laugh
bursts free.
It is directed at
the ones
who have ruined
my life.
Joke's on them.
I will show them wrong.
Every.
Single.
One.
That I can do the things
that I want to do.
That I can, and will,
become more successful than them.
Joke's on them.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC
This odd feeling
builds in my chest.
It rises into my throat,
trying to escape.
Finally I can no longer
hold it back.
A sick,
bitter,
twisted laugh
bursts free.
It is directed at
the ones
who have ruined
my life.
Joke's on them.
I will show them wrong.
Every.
Single.
One.
That I can do the things
that I want to do.
That I can, and will,
become more successful than them.
Joke's on them.
