Pompous Pig

Your nothing put a pompous pig and you have the audacity to disrespect me, You may have the money but you've lost your honour and any integrity, You've never done anything but judge me, You don't understand that this cant be cured for a fee, You put me on a pedestal I never agreed to be put on, You seem to forget your imperfections and what's been and gone, To be so uncompassionate, to make someone feel so inadequate, Because of a disability an illness they never asked for, It isn't someone's only traite, Yet you only see that and enjoy to berate and alienate, You crave the cruelty like a drug you need your fix, Then when there down you thrive on every kick, Each one adrenaline to your stone cold heartless heart, Everyone in your eyes is nothing but a weak part, Because they have emotions compassion, creativity and sensitivity, You don't have the capability to show an ounce of sympathy to anyone in difficulty, You are not practically perfect in every way, In fact your far from perfect it pains me to say, It's a waste of time to argue against delusional minds, I could write a thousand lines about how wrongly you chastise, Because you truly believe your a mastermind, Everyone elses hope's and dreams are inferior You insist your ideas and ways are far superior, Your like a bad taste in peoples mouths, Like a stalker you create judgemental profiles, Then like a predator you wait intently for your cue, To pounce on your victim to embrasse and ridicule Creating doubt destroying self esteem Dragging up people's demons and darkest secrets, You seem oblivious to the internal destruction You cause In peoples minds causing self induction The ones closest to you who fight your corner, You treat with a lack of love and respect you love the torture, Why do you have to cause everyone such negativity and strife, The role of dick head wasnt a position I wanted filled in my life, Yet you created this position and stuck to it like glue I couldnt possibly upset you I'm not allowed to speak true, I knew how hateful people can be but for you to be like that to me I despise the person you've become, And in my forced silence pray I for a better outcome The anxiety your ora inflicts on me In your presence, Is so gut wrenching that after I need convalescence To be degraded, humiliated, disgraced and insulted, You ridiculed and berated in so called humour constantly, A pompous pig is what you've become, I pray one day you look in the mirror and a change will come, How can you be so hurtful to someone you should protect and love, I could never be so cruel to a companion, Or actually to another human END OFF.