today is the day
i’m finally free
of that jerk who
only thinks of himself
who does everything
he can to make
everyone else miserable
who hasn’t done anything
nice for anyone ever
who is incapable of
being kind in any way
who wears a phony persona
only when it benefits him
who made my life
so difficult
but not any more
and so here we are again
in the same place we were before
talking about nothing different –
pretending everything is ok
when it clearly isn’t – and why
should it matter anyway because,
even if it were, we wouldn’t
work on anything important –
always skirting the issue
acting as if nothing is going on –
living a massive, disastrous lie
I bet you didn’t think
I would know.
It wasn’t difficult
To figure out.
All the clues
Were there.
You don’t cover
Your tracks very well.
I liked the way you
Looked me straight
In the eye
And lied about it.
It shows me
What you’re really like.
I guess I knew
Deep down inside
But pretended
I didn’t.
Don’t try to tell me
Everything is okay,
Minimize it like
It never happened,
Make some little joke
And move on
Without ever taking
The time to just listen
To what I’m saying.
It might be of some
Consequence,
Or something that
Really matters
For a change.
hushed tones,
uncomfortable words shared
in secret, I don’t want
to hear about it any longer
make it go away
these unwelcome overtures
bringing nothing but
discomfort instead of joy,
the hours pass by
the whispering continues
She wasn’t given an option
To live or survive
In an environment of
Demonizing corrupt perplexity
On the outside perfect picture
Who would fathom
Such a thing?
Behind the doors closed
Psychological manipulation
Overshadows her with
All of their
Malevolent darkness
Gas lights flickering
To annihilate her placidity
Tearing her down
Brick by brick
Exposing her nakedness
Weakening her mind
Chipping away who she is
Who she was
Everything she was
Meant to be
She found herself
Fighting for her identity
Searching for clarity
In this blurred reality
Knowing she is not insane
After searching the net
Looking for answers
She discovered
She fell victim of a
Psychopathic Predators Game
Today it’s me but
What about tomorrow?
I’m not sure I can wait
Although I know I’ll have to
One way or the other
Hoping for some brief
Glimpse of hope,
A new moment of
Realization that it
Wasn’t about me.