Siege Of Contempt

I built a paper Mâché trebuchet

To besiege layered walls of doubt

Loaded it with all my insecurities

Then released the rope with a shout

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I let fly my worries over not being good enough

Fired slings of flaming arrows doused in guilt

Aimed them at your bastion of strength

This fortress of innate superiority you’ve built

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Into the moat of your lies I plunged

Reaching the drawbridge of your contempt

Then I tore down stone by stone

Your flimsy construct of truths misspent

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Despite your vain defensive attempt

This diorama of an impenetrable castle

In which you locked my esteem in a dungeon

Trying to make of my soul your vassal

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On siege ladders runged with shaky self worth

I clawed and fought my way to the top

Engaging in frantic hand to hand battle

Whilst your caustic vitriol spewed nonstop

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You met me with swords of half truth

Throwing lances of poisonous stereotypes

Spearing my guts with caustic insults

Loosing crimson trickles with barbed sideswipes

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Your black knight of bull crap misogyny

Champion of your army of narcissism

I beat back with truths of my own

Exposing your weak male chauvinism

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Throwing down your defenses

I trod down the ramparts steep

Making my way to your dank dungeon

Where my self worth lie in a crumpled heap

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Shattering iron bars of abuse aside

My true powerful self I freed

Never again to be locked away

By sewn whispers of illicit need

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An Executioner’s axe ended your tirade

As head held high I marched away

Behind me a burnt out piteous shell

Crying for pity on this, my Independence Day