What pushed you to do it?—trading our imperfectly perfect family to your comfortable life there
Alright, It will be alright
I just wanted to redeem my peace of mind back
But you keep pulling my last strings

I didn't mean to curse you or have my hopes high
I still prayed for you—to see the brighter side
Since it is always greener on the other side
We don't need to be bitter with anything that's been going on here

I never stole anything—just like how you accused me
Maybe your mind was too shallow—too in deep to not understand that there is a huge difference with the unbiased, baseless information and a research-based with proofed information

I thought you were a liberal arts graduate, but your mind was never too liberal
You messed with the wrong gal, pal
But I might just let it slide for now
Because I just want to be a good girl for now—but not for long, mate
Even my kindness has an expiration
So, for now, I would just tolerate your ****

But bad move, you reacted in such a bitter way immaturely
When you made a stupid decision in your life, we helped you
I know, we know, help is never a two-way beneficial process
But when we made a stupid decision, you reacted in a rash and harsh way

Guess who is a rabid dog now
I chose my battles wisely—I react when I want to, but this, is never a wise decision to agree with in the first place

When you and your narcissistic husband fought like cats and dogs—he threw away your things out in the streets
You dialed my mother's number and called her, asking for help
My mom helped you process tour documents, just so you could be with your American boyfriend when your annulment was approved

Now, you look at us like we were so capable of ruining your life, of wrecking havoc to your belongings
We would not do such a thing to you—but you hurt my mother's feelings, you know
I hope you would find it in your heart, one day
My mother is imperfect, but what you said harsh towards her, might leave a scar for us not to trust you once again

I am praying earnestly that, one day will come
when you will be deported or if your American husband will die
or if you want to come home here in the Philippines

While your son was no longer there for you, since he only used and manipulated you
We were there before, but we can no longer promise to be by your side once again

Like I said, you cannot find trust in the same person twice.

I said it before, but now, I'll only say it once  
So you better listen carefully to me  

Stop, whatever the hell you are doing right now  
Aren't you feeling a bit of shame or plaint towards us?  
Are you really that indecisive to cause too much drama?  
I get it, you love the thrill, the drama, the attention- name it  
You love it when other people invest their time in your nonsense  

At this point, I don’t even know what to call you—disreputable, notorious, shameless, or just a meek scandalous mess, desperately clinging to drama like it’s the only thing giving you purpose.  

But here’s the thing—your act? It’s tired, predictable, and frankly, not worth anyone’s time anymore.  

So, if you’re waiting for us to keep playing along—don’t. We’re done.  

And one more thing—  

You can twist the story, paint yourself as the victim, and spin lies until you’re breathless. But the truth? It always finds a way out. And when it does, don’t expect anyone to stick around and clean up the mess you’ve made.  

We’ve given you more patience than you deserve—consider this our final courtesy.  

So go ahead, stir the *** if it makes you feel important. But don’t mistake our silence for weakness. We’re not biting anymore.  

And when the dust settles?  

Don’t come crawling back, acting like you’re innocent—like you didn’t burn every bridge on your way down. We see you for what you are now—a chaos addict, feeding off the drama because, without it, what else do you have?  

But here’s the truth you can’t outrun: Eventually, even the loudest noise fades. And when your little spectacle loses its audience, you’ll be left with nothing but the wreckage you caused.  

So keep playing your games if it makes you feel alive. Just know—this is where we walk away.

And when that silence finally hits you—when there’s no one left to react, no one left to care—you’ll realize something.  

All the lies, the manipulation, the chaos you stirred? It wasn’t power. It wasn’t control. It was desperation—a pathetic attempt to matter in a world that’s already moved on without you.  

Because here’s the part you never understood—real strength doesn’t need an audience. And while you were busy performing, we outgrew the show.  

So enjoy the spotlight while it lasts. But when it fades—and it will—don’t expect to find us waiting in the wings.  

We’ve already left the theater.

The curtains are closed. The lights are out. And guess what? The popcorn’s gone too—because no one’s sticking around for an encore.

Your little spectacle? It’s over. No standing ovation. No applause. Just an empty stage and the echo of everything you ruined trying to play the lead.

So, take your final bow—if that’s what you need. But don’t mistake this for a break between acts.

The show's done. And we’ve left the building.

unlimited talks, adding or subtracting words

ooh, do you know what you are
what I saw in you
You felt like the cockroach of the sea—oh no!
You are the cockroach of the land—black, white or brown
I might be ready to squish or stomp you up, but still, whatever I do, it still keeps you alive, awake, kicking and enthusiastic

But truly sweetie, what defines you? A disgrace to the community—and that mouth of yours is a disgrace to my family as well

Let's save these dramas for ourselves now, shall we?
The worst is yet to come
I'm not done yet, the show is not yet over
I'm just warming up, I might go over next for the exciting part

You made me hate you—despite that, I pity you!
For all the cries and the untold stories
I pity you, not for your experience—but for how pathetic you are to gain or earn my trust
I helped you, listened to your pleas
But this is all you gave me in return

Your presence, existence—is nothing but a social scourge
An epidemic, an illness, a pest, an addiction, that even any medicine to cure cannot prevent it
There is no such thing as a remedy for an incurable disease like yours—An addiction you bring is never tolerated

That even your efforts and intentions are even questionable
Maybe you were a broken record—repeating lies and spitting spew into me
Well, I breathe in and out the fire of the level of your innocence

Well *****, don't look down, I am not there
Look up, heads up now, front and center
Look into my eyes, let me see your sincerity

Maybe you forgot, even if you keep denying it
The truth is always there, ready to be found when I am effortlessly not looking for it

Let's establish some rules, yes
For this staring game, I am all in
Lay all the cards on me, deck it now and let me tell you your future
Time will tell, yes, along with it, comes your fate
A shadowy figure, holds its scythe and wears a black hoodie while its hood is covering its face is now pointing you
It says to be a grim reaper, your time is up, old lady
Pity or not, you will experience an awful hell of a death

But, I don't want to scare you or burst your bubble
God sees the truth, but waits because He knows when to attack

I keep silent, revenge is for Him to do and not mine
I might forgive you, for my peace of mind
I might forget you, I hope so
But never what you did to me

It caused me hurt and pain, wounded scars of my unforgettable battles never won
It caused me trauma—got mistaken for something I never did

Labelled me as a thief, what else can you give me? Is that all?
Give me your best shot—bang me with the problems and issues you cannot handle well
Well, I handled worse

Reveal to me the ***** linens of my past—I am no longer afraid
God knows me well, dear—but you don't
God knows me and my whole life well—you just saw my life in highlights,  reels and teasers but never my whole story
I got used to it by now, I dealt with things on my own
Faced my demons and ***** on my own
Is there anything I cannot handle well? Even If I look at myself in the mirror, I saw my brave reflection who is now courageous enough to face the imperfect world

Oh pity! How about you? Your experience is much more pitiful than mine
So, you keep exposing my ***** linens, well, don't worry about it, let me expose yours too
Too sad, you married a narcissistic man, you are such a weakling when both of you ran into an argument
But oh boy, you loved the thrill when we have a feud, right?
You had an introvert ******-up son with his ****** girlfriend with mommy issues
A social climber, a leech to **** off your wealth
Oops, you are not even wealthy, right? Your American husband is only the one  supporting your ******* in life, right?
Don't make me push the buttons too much to expose your *****
So that you can still redeem your head, when you walk to town.
Your opinions of me are invalid, only God's criticisms are valid

I chose to walk away, white flag is waving now
But honey, I learned—to choose my battles and you are not one of it
Never worth it.

For your information, my eyes were never sweet to look at.
You might get scared, so don’t you dare look at me like that.

Oh, my dear, sad black eyes—
They can light up the moment I see you again.
But don’t expect an apology when these sweet, innocent eyes
Shift into the fierce gaze of an eagle.