you were held on puppet strings
while I was assigned
wipe other people’s butts
even though I had more knowledge in my head
than anyone else there
as theory has always been my strong suit
despite reluctance to accept
power based on emptiness
this led me to avoid things
and it was poorly received
but the only reason was injustice
seeing things in the wrong rhythm
black and white, but still
as if they were pie in the sky
eaten at the wrong time
before dinner, as I usually do
so I can swallow it through my
sensitive taste buds
surrounded by the darkest night
my thoughts became
the darkest too
I waited the longest
until the investigation is completed
it nailed me down
the coffin was prepared for two long years
and now I have been culled down
designed to be the one
out of my needs and wants
where you played the main role
and even if it was a long time ago
it still hurts and the effects will be audible
forever in my heart
were you the one who had it?
take revenge on me
in someone’s behalf?
if it’s about it, well
I hope it was worth it
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Heartfelt and relatable
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