Problems.

poem by: Lilly Ellison
Written on Apr 02, 2017

You get high on the power your ego desires
You place yourself on a tower, but my love you're a liar
Your hypocritical ways are like fuel to a fire
A something so trivial can become somewhat dire

Tell me why must it be I who should speak my words more carefully?
Sit here and listen to you go on and spit a bit more disrespect at me?
'Cause poor little you, who thinks their life should be catered
You always play the victim and us realists are the haters

The saddest part about this is, ignorance is among your problems
And its plain to see that it's your bliss, so I'm not sure how you plan to solve them

 

Tags: rhyme, anger, riddle, pain, dark,

 

 

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