My horrible neighbor
Does everything in his power
To make everyone’s
Life miserable
It’s like he wakes up every day
With the sole intention of
Doing something annoying
It shows in his face
There’s no joy there
Just a sad broken person
Being rude because
He doesn’t know
What else to do
It’s almost like you have no idea
What you did to me, how you
Reduced me to tears and destroyed
My being, stepped on my joy
And turned it into refuse,
Made me feel so small,
All because you didn’t know how
To get over all your garbage and
Stop putting it on me,
I seriously doubt you’ll every
Realize the effect you have
On other people, the only thing
That matters is you protecting
Your unconscious, unresolved issues.
there’s something about
the way she looks
tight face
uncomfortable smile
forced laugh
dead eyes
that betrays all the
things she was put through
a terrible family hazing
she wasn’t ever allowed
to talk about
leading her to
take out all her self-hate
on others
I’m astonished at their
sheer cruelty, depravity,
hypocrisy, coldness,
the lengths they will go to
to mislead their followers
so they can get more power,
make more money.
At what point is enough enough?
When does this cruel push for riches end?
They’ll stop at nothing because
this is about much more than just money,
it’s about that horrible thing(s) that
happened to them as children and
that they have to punish the rest
of humanity for forever.
Go see a psychiatrist instead of
destroying everyone and everything else.
how damaged do you have to be
to want to deny people health care?
who hurt you so much in your past
that you have to hurt others?
why do you only feel better when
you’re damaging other people?
who told you greed and lust for power
was a good character trait?
why do you believe in horrible things
while pretending to be pious?
when will you stop hurting other people
just so you can feel better for a moment?
why don’t you just look inside for once
and fix all your wretched bile?
Walking from room to room
In his opulent mansion,
He reflects not on his
Incredible good fortune,
Or what he might do
To help make the world
A better place,
But rather on all those
Who have slighted him and
Whom he will one day make pay
For their transgressions.
Enough is never enough
To fill this cavernous hole.
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He lets loose by
Becoming tighter,
Wrapping himself in
Ever-thicker coils of
Mangled belief
Desperately trying to erase
The huge shouting faces
Subduing him into
Thinking he’s worthless,
Punitive voices exhorting
Him to crush others
For a moment’s relief.
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