You act like we’re friends.
You act like you know me.
You don’t know a THING about me.
You think you can walk in here like you own me.
Delusions of grandeur, Importance of stature
In MY LIFE? No.
Beaten and bruised by words and actions.
Scarred, marred…ya, I see you. Your reactions.
Fake remorse, deadly affections.
I feel you – creep.
Searching for weakness, meekness.
Chinks in the armor, playing my emotions.
Thanks to you Jack – your lies, your deceit
The stories you spun – to keep me around…
YA I SEE YOU.
You’re no different. You’re no jewel. I see you.
I’m NO fool.
I decide the path ahead. Ya to me, the person
you were to me, is dead.
You don’t own me. Freedom is mine. Divine.
I am here. Thanks to me.
I am. I AM.
Circa November 2011