You know how it goes the nice game
Don’t say that it isn’t what we do, not pleasant
Even when it’s true enough to make you sick
Of the verbal nicety games
And in my mind I stand there as I have a thousand times
Shredding you with my words
A tearful mess on the floor as the truth rips you apart
One day I will because it cannot stay contained
Forever
In a box, tied prettily to keep in the mess
Maybe I won’t be the one who opens the box
And then you will be struck dumb
For
Once
As the shock of your own actions come home
I am not sure I can even feel pity for you
It is all your own doing, and you could have avoided it
At any
Time
You choose still your own desire for status
To be a
Someone
Who is not a someone you blind fool?
What are things when you are alone
Inside
Looking out
At what you could have had but threw away
Like something in the rubbish
Ailsa
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