HEY there?
How YOU doing?
YOU okay?
is there a lesson to BE learned?
NO?
just another sojourn?
YOU'VE never HURT anyone though.
RIGHT?
no ANSWER?
oh come now you know i jest.
called YOURSELF my little sister
and sometimes
i admitted how much i missed HER
but honey this aint a song by Mr. Mr.
no
it's a relentless look back
an initial attack
now YOU claimed the high horse
i never road in on
the problem YOU have is YOU cant move on
life gave YOU a raw deal
so YOU through a pity party,
invited all that you met but i was tardy,
no one told me it was BYOB,
but there was nothing between YOU and me,
i'm no jilted lover
simply a bored observer
of YOUR SELF destructive behavior
so poor me another
YOU can have YOUR high road i'd rather trail blaze
now a simple questions was left soaking my lips
how the fuck didn't YOU notice the smell of YOUR OWN shit?
it must BE pretty pungent
or was your head to far up YOUR OWN asshole?
searching crevasses always claiming to fearful,
YOU loved the sound of YOUR OWN voice
got YOU what wanted through batted eyelash
jilted smile
it took a while
soon discovered YOU only like to receive
down on both knees
the self determined MARTYR
longing for someone to hand YOU oaken plank
so YOU can drive YOUR OWN nails in
then would YOU win?
Its a swirl in this emotional state
find it hard to relate
but really this was YOUR fate
YOU wanted nothing more
than to be societies tawdry whore
spreading legs thin
across societal bread loaves
longing to be loathed
YOU poured YOUR guts out
tore YOUR heart out
and begged for someone to stomp on it
does that make YOU feel loved?
does that make it feel real?
books on tape
cheesy therapeutically lines aside
what the fuck is on YOUR mind?
who the fuck are YOU?
other than a poorly done impersonation
of the SELF YOU keep on claiming
judgemental
habits of the fanatical
radical
mental patients
YOUR sinking ship set sail
on the sea of YOUR insanity
but no worries
at least YOUR pretty
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