
You weave a web of conflict
then claim you've been betrayed
But I know you're the spider
You're the hunter, not the prey
You dodge the blame. A coward.
No backbone in your spine
Always a fucking victim
Just whimpering and blind
You hide behind sublimimals
and fake ass passive text
Just dragging out your bullshit
I wonder who you'll target next
You built a fucking circus
then acted so afraid
you cried among the ruins
of the choices you had made
You used your words as weapons
then pretended not to know
say it with your whole chest
or leave the fight alone
And if you've got shit to say about me
quit acting like a bitch
say it with your fucking chest
you scared ass little snitch
I honestly won't blame you
I'd wish I was me too
At least I claim the shit I say
I'm not a snake, like you
About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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