Know Thyself
Mock me I dare you,
Read me and I'll scare you,
But only with the truth,
You see It's not me but you that hold the truth,
Oh I know you well,
But you know you better,
I know every word,
But you know every letter,
And so that thought begins to merge as you dwell upon regret,
A memory of debt rather than assets,
You know its true,
So why the sweat?
You know you,
I won the bet!
Copyright © Daire Willow Kia | Year Posted 2022
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