The secret that I hid
Not all that well
I resent everyone
In my mind you're silly
Something I can't control
My feelings for you?
I'm the umbilical
You're nothing more
Than a stepping stone
A slammed shut door
Because in the end
Why even try to pretend?
You don't give a shit about me
Nor do I care at all for you
You're my way to justify
My means everyday
So I can look superior
In every single way
This will come across angry
Yet I don't really care
You saw the light
Whereas I'm a dark knight
One full of ire
With no desire
Yet to rid this world
Of all the trash around me
Should I watch it burn?
This world at my feet?
Wouldn't that be neat?
To see everyone drown
Because Lord knows
I wish you weren't around
Repression is the worst thing
Yet I've done it for years
So why try and pretend?
That I don't really care
Hell, I don't, not at all
If you were to fall
I don't think I'd care
Not one bit at all
Submitted: December 18, 2023
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Bert Broomberg
It sure is angry. Yet, in a strange way, I enjoyed reading it.
Mon, December 18th, 2023 11:06am