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
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
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
