I may not feel your emotions, but I can still feel mine
I do not say these things to you, do I?
And for the record, I don’t enjoy it when you cry
I am merely satisfied
That you get what you deserve
For treating me so poorly
And playing pin-the-blame, while claiming you were justified
In screaming, yelling, throwing hands
While I sit watching patiently
Face blank, composed, while you insult me
Pretending I don’t shake inside
Pretending I can take the noise
pretending my breathing is still steady
Watching you with perfect poise
Frozen in my peaceful stare
As you berate me for things beyond my control
Waiting until I cannot bear
Then striking back without a care
Or so it seems, as I rip you to shreds, and you scream and cry and I brace myself
For getting blamed for fighting back, for standing strong
Because I refuse to be bullied
Still pretending I don’t care
Pretending I am an inferno
Instead of a dying candle
Crushed in angry hands
Blown out by icy wind
Of those who claim to take care of me
I am not a psychopath
I am the only stable one in current company
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
I may not feel your emotions, but I can still feel mine
I do not say these things to you, do I?
And for the record, I don’t enjoy it when you cry
I am merely satisfied
That you get what you deserve
For treating me so poorly
And playing pin-the-blame, while claiming you were justified
In screaming, yelling, throwing hands
While I sit watching patiently
Face blank, composed, while you insult me
Pretending I don’t shake inside
Pretending I can take the noise
pretending my breathing is still steady
Watching you with perfect poise
Frozen in my peaceful stare
As you berate me for things beyond my control
Waiting until I cannot bear
Then striking back without a care
Or so it seems, as I rip you to shreds, and you scream and cry and I brace myself
For getting blamed for fighting back, for standing strong
Because I refuse to be bullied
Still pretending I don’t care
Pretending I am an inferno
Instead of a dying candle
Crushed in angry hands
Blown out by icy wind
Of those who claim to take care of me
I am not a psychopath
I am the only stable one in current company
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