I feel for you, really I do.
Alone in the center of attention.
All eyes watching your actions,
Not for example but for laughs.
I’m tired of attempting to provide you with satisfaction.
Especially when you care not for the feelings of mine.
A favorite quote that you express,
“Well then throw the first stone.”
It’s not about destroying another,
But understanding there are differences.
Not all follow what you claim is right nor agree with your beliefs.
I am sorry to be the one to tell you; however, someone needs to.
As two earbuds resting within the canal of sound,
You constantly express disappointment.
Yet however much I am disappointed in you,
That cannot be true for you embody perfection.
Perfection apparently has graced your presence,
But you attempt to play it down with scriptures.
Words are what I choose to divulge,
Yet yours are tainted with bias.
Hypocrisy drips off your lips,
As drool from a dog’s mouth.
Return to what you know so intimately,
The need for self-affirmation and praise.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
I feel for you, really I do.
Alone in the center of attention.
All eyes watching your actions,
Not for example but for laughs.
I’m tired of attempting to provide you with satisfaction.
Especially when you care not for the feelings of mine.
A favorite quote that you express,
“Well then throw the first stone.”
It’s not about destroying another,
But understanding there are differences.
Not all follow what you claim is right nor agree with your beliefs.
I am sorry to be the one to tell you; however, someone needs to.
As two earbuds resting within the canal of sound,
You constantly express disappointment.
Yet however much I am disappointed in you,
That cannot be true for you embody perfection.
Perfection apparently has graced your presence,
But you attempt to play it down with scriptures.
Words are what I choose to divulge,
Yet yours are tainted with bias.
Hypocrisy drips off your lips,
As drool from a dog’s mouth.
Return to what you know so intimately,
The need for self-affirmation and praise.
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