Maybe I was actually wrong about you,
Watched you pull the sword right out infront of me,
Like I didn’t feel any pain but that’s cause it was already broken,
Shattered to pieces,
By the words that you’ve spoken,
Which ended up being a blank page filled with so much of your hatred,
That I could not yet understand it,
And yet you keep wondering why no one else can fill it,
No matter how much you lower your standards for the people that would soon deserve it