Callous Words

My mind pours over your callous words Cutting into my heart like champion swords Why oh why do you need to act the ***** Up on your high pedestal like a wicked old witch? Was it something I'd said, or something I'd done? Oh no, you'll do this to everyone To those you see as a threat to your position This is second nature to you, your intuition The misery is spread, the deed is done For you, there's nothing left to be undone You'll pretend that all is well, when you're living in hell I hope someone will fell that nasty brittle shell Here comes the silent treatment, the exclusionary tactics I hope someone turns the tables on you when you're a geriatric When there's no one left for you to dish out your dirt By your lonesome self you can reflect on a life of hurt