Dear Charlatan,
How dare you deceive me, mislead me, confuse me, disillusion me.
What am I to you?
Do you live without a heart...
The ridicule I receive seems like you do.
The resentment that is portrayed by you and your others show me how much resilience I have.
You can’t rule me, belittle me, or erase me...my face will still shine, my smile will beam again, and my laughter will echo in your thoughts.
Believe me when I say that I am strong enough,
Trust me when I tell you that I am capable enough to overlook you.
One of these days your presence will not make me wander, or make me luster after...
One of these days my presence will show you how strong I became from your mockery.
You may not see the strength or the beauty,
But you will feel your heartless soul drop before your gorgeous eyes.
You will then know that I am done with you,
And you will have no other to look forward to.
This is your misery for deserting me and abandoning me.
You will never know when it will happen,
But I promise you my dear deceiver...
I swear by it.
Your believer.