Passionate, bloodthirsty... Oh, so mean!
Meaner than the meanest high school bullies you've seen.
A particularly evil mindset, to a certain degree...
Because I don't hurt with punches, I hurt with words.
How can this be?
A blow in the right spot can make one faint,
a line in the right place can put one to shame.
From a blow they can recover just fine,
but from shame? Trust me, that takes waay more time.
If everyone around me read what I write,
they'd understand, at least a little, what tore me apart.
The people would feel what I felt and I'd laugh
as they bathed themselves with tears. Such delight!
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
Passionate, bloodthirsty... Oh, so mean!
Meaner than the meanest high school bullies you've seen.
A particularly evil mindset, to a certain degree...
Because I don't hurt with punches, I hurt with words.
How can this be?
A blow in the right spot can make one faint,
a line in the right place can put one to shame.
From a blow they can recover just fine,
but from shame? Trust me, that takes waay more time.
If everyone around me read what I write,
they'd understand, at least a little, what tore me apart.
The people would feel what I felt and I'd laugh
as they bathed themselves with tears. Such delight!
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