I hate that you preach transparency
I cannot take you legitimately
Not as what you say you are
Not as what you should be.
I’d rather rip my own eyes out
And relieve myself of ears
Then reread one more single word
Of your unjustified fears
I’d like for you to gain a sense
Of responsibility
Not for your possessions rather your morality
For your fickle fated longing
For your nauseating pride
For the lack of a new dawning
In your juvenile eyes
Though yet I know what to expect
Your verbal sludge takes its toll
How did you gain anyone’s respect with your corroded soul?