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A Lesson Learned

I am Mad!

Mad at myself for believing in others

Mad at others for letting me down.

Sometimes I wish I would be vain, wrathful, selfish

I sometimes want to fullfil my inner desires.

Sometimes I want to drink that Hatred poison

Be consumed by greed

And every vice that comes with, I confess!

For it is not fair

Why must I suffer the lash of a whip

Of which I do not deserve?

Or do I deserve everything that comes my way, good or bad?

 

Why do I come to you holding my plate as you prepare a meal?

I am not on my knees.

Is it because you say you will feed me

And so I take comfort knowing I will eat

But really you do not consider me a portion of your food

So I am left hungry.

 

A hungry man is an angry man.

 

I have ill will towards you now.

I wish you drop dead on the table

Just so I can finish your meal.

Why do you torment me so?

As you sit there stuffing your face until you struggle to chew

You pretend as though I do not exist.

I ask for a small bit

You say there is not enough.

It's never enough for you

I hope you choke on your meal, you Glutton!

 

But I dont really mean it.

You are in the hands of the Lord, your fate is His decision.

I chastise myself for being so gullible

For having no dignity

And having swallowed only my pride

Letting it happen.

Why should I suffer in your hands

As you crush me with a squeeze as you please?

I feel satisfaction at the hands of my own self infliction thank you

So I whip myself until I bleed...

And bleed...and Bleed!...

But not a single drop let

And not a single tear shed.

 

I smile when I am done

For I have forgiven myself.

I thank you

This will never happen to me again.

I am Stronger and Wiser now.

Now I shall fend for myself in the Hands of the Lord.

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Jun 30, 2010
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