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The Me I never wanted to be

I was locked up tight... But you insisted on setting me free.

By Heather HeckermanPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

The new you brings out the worst in me,

I hate the person you are forcing me to be.

I buried this version so that I could be free,

Because I wanted my best version to be who the world got to see.

But you love to provoke the old me, so I become so hateful and full of anger.

All because you pretended and faked your true self and now I am sleeping with a stranger.

And because of the games that you keep playing, you done even realize that your life, your entire existence is in danger.

I warned you too many fucking times not to poke my fire unless you're ready to get burned,

Go ahead, lick the spoon, it was only a shitpot you just fucking stirred,

Now go on love, eat it all, don't let none go to waste,

What's the matter, love? You don't like how it tastes?

Well Fuck, doesn't that suck? Talk about shitty luck.

I bet your wishing you would've listened to what I said.

No you can't have no fucking cracker or slice of bread.

What you can do is get the entire fuck up out my face before you end up dead.

I'll masacre your ass, cut off your fucking head. Then I'll tuck you into your grave like it's your bed.

I'll laugh in your face as you beg and plead,

Now do you get it? Do you understand finally why this version of me should never be freed?

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    Written by Heather Heckerman