Don't you even dare,
Don't even claim to know me,
You've never taken the time for anyone,
You're so stuck in your ways you can't even see,
The blinders are set, custom made to fit,
Your picture-perfect life,
And you don't ever care who you hurt.
I'm not done loving you,
But I'm tired of carrying you,
Don't point your judgmental finger at me,
I can only endure so much,
And now it's time for you to find out what it's like,
To lose everything you've ever known.
Your situation is so bad,
No one has ever loved you,
You can't help but leech off people,
You are the smell that drives them away,
You don't even deserve these words, see,
I want to scream them in your ears,
And burn them in your eyes,
But it's not worth the effort,
So figure everything out on your own,
Poor misguided...
Self-righteous,
Self-martyr.
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