I have no patience for ignorance and no heart for the entitled no mercy for hypocrisy and no tolerance for contemptuous people
knives keep on stabbing and stabbing I cannot see where they're coming from I didn't realize they were even in my back until I started complaining
how nice to find a knife with the fingerprints of someone you trusted then they let out all your secrets and my pain was revealed, oh what a tragedy
now I must fend for myself from every negligent friend hoping it'll all be over soon but they keep on stabbing
this is a bit random, but I wrote this poem about a specific situation I'm currently in. all my friends turned their backs on me, then continue to backstab me over and over again