everybody hates me...
... in the real world
when you sit comfortably numb in a chair
I sway, trying to keep my balance instead
it’s not the physical ailments that hold me down
but a bunch of mental stuff
reading a book becomes a challenge
when supposedly neutral things
they charge and oscillate within me
depriving me of the opportunity to bypass them
I’m bound to describe them
far from all of them
as they wouldn’t be happy with what they did to me
even if it’s written in the black
it doesn’t matter, their smooth talk will clear the air
from all the chaff clogging their minds
and obstructing my way
they never care, they flounder about in their ignorance
or perhaps it’s a premeditated revenge
you never know for sure, forced to play their game
and that’s the one thing I try to spare myself
how can you be so busy with your life
and still spend seconds devising a plan
to destroy me and my precious things?
can’t you see? you put yourself on equal footing
with the primitive concept roaming for centuries
and in the end, I will be the one
administering justice
to the last drop of blood
pulsing through my veins for decades to come
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Mescaline Brisset
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