You can sit behind that screen,
Laugh, make as much fun as you want of me.
I'm supposed to be the one to tell you you're wrong,
I'm supposed to set an example.
I know you think you're better than me,
You've proven your thoughts time and time again,
How are you not exhausted?
Does this not wear you out?
Consistently talking shit,
Hiding, still you expect me to bow down?
Have I not proven myself to you?
If not, how the hell am I supposed to?
No, this isn't a poem.
It's a rage letter to you,
You know who you are,
I may not, but I'm not the one who has to go to sleep knowing I've hurt someone.
I'm so busy being angry, I have no time to enjoy my life,
Enjoy the things I know I may be good at,
Yes, I AM good at poetry,
And I only say this because every single damn word has meaning.
Yet, seeing your posts,
You remind me of a puppet on a string.
Bowing down to society and being just plain mean.
People would look up to some of you,
But why would anyone want to become what you are?
I sure as hell know who I am, and it's very far from you.
