you put me under unnecessary stress
you tied up my hands
in handcuffs and knocked me down
then
you kicked me while I was on the ground
all the time
I wondered why
you supported me first
you had me eating from your hand
like a hungry squirrel, distracted by noise, walks
to the nearest possible source of peace
then your calmness killed my guts
with morality issues, no doubt
being on both sides
was not advisable in this case
scraped off with just one false gesture
you have reduced your efforts
and I realised that it was you who helped them, not you who helped me
to become more powerful, while I chose to be remiss
all your gestures have gone astray
and I don’t see the point of why they were there in the first place
if we all ended up confused and covered in contempt
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Mescaline Brisset
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