They witness what irradiates,
finding something else to blame.
To something that would create world of pain.
Never questioning why, what for? to the toxicity they spore.
Running to conclusion to ensure,
to avoid the flaws.
To which they derived,
by the symptoms they explored and the real cause they ignored.
Unable to place their hands up, to the mistakes they make and the way they only take.
Need to be commended for basic things they do.
When complexity starts, the leaning begins to spurting out sins.
Flabbergasting that they're so unaware what actions they bare, to those who anchored on your capsizing ship.
Unable to latch onto the disgusting phrases, as of course you can't do anything wrong.
The world has to sing you praises, wrap you up in its loving embrace.
But as soon as it makes the littlest of accidental mistakes, you irradiate a full blown earthquake.
Depicting oneself as victim, oh behold no one can react to the venom that you enact.
These people seeing pass your masks, know its too late for you change from your past.
Still you like to point the blame, making those who truly care feel shame and your skilful manoeuvring of guilt.
For those who take a stand, holding a mirror to your face.
They burn and feel your wrath, spreading to their inside to fester over time.
A world of torment you unleash, but to your captives compassion and empathy they feel.
Seeing past the edges and the façade, knowing and sensing the ways you were scarred.
Those scars, destroying your life or anyone attained.
Inspiring others to run, now your beauty fades one by one company fades.
Others try to fight for the little light which was left inside, letting many years of their own lives pass by.
With you around, they flounder peace, opportunities and chance of a life they seek.
Not aware to the manipulative ensnare, how you've drained and tormented covertly with your natural flare.
They now know there is no hope, refusing you to continually keep taking their glow.
Finally taking flight, creating the most simulating, rewarding life.
Finding the person who truly lives inside, not the one who nurtured and co-dependently gave up her life.
Now the last loyal person can't standby, to the destruction that you blow and clean up the viscous shows.
She understands and knows your distance past, but knows its no excuse to be inflicting that level of abuse.
As life is to grow, to slowly flow away from the pain and strife.
Consideration and reflecting on the way you act, to protect those you love and not to react.
So on my way I go, goodbye and sympathy for the misfortunes you reproduce.
Obtuse and lonely you'll remain, sadly until your dying day.
As those who chose to stay, keep distanced from your terrain.
No longer letting you rain down shame, manipulation and guilt.
Only accepting to be hit by a light spray, these are the reasons no one will stay, living with you each day.
At this point in life there is little chance of change, but for your sake let this entitlement fade and your destructive mind frame.
It is too late, as your emotional state sees nothing or understands the inflictions you partake.
© 2018
Abigail Sheard