So long have I been filled with doubt,
Too afraid to let pour out.
But tonight, in the midst of the storm in my spirit,
I curse your name and all that you are.
Hollow and fake.
You're no "give" and all "take".
When you speak of your life,
I can feel my hair turning gray.
I despise what you are.
I loathe what you say.
But what disgusts me the most is what you do everyday.
You were all along.
You'd cut your own arm off before admitting you're wrong.
You reek of greed.
Unable to distinguish what you want from what you need.
Quick to point a finger.
But when you are selfish,
You're the last one to linger.
Continue your fascade. Maintain the charade.
Karma's almost here and you're in the way.
— The End —