Day After Day
You say the most hurtful things:
acting like a soul possessed.
And try to resurrect fears:
Time has long ago repressed.
You can't relate to pity,
for bullies exploit the meek.
And it feels good to demean
those who turn the other cheek.
I see someone who's hurting;
using rage to numb their pain.
And a sore loser in life,
treating winners with disdain.
A part of you dies, knowing
that the lies you spew aren't true.
Yet, gnawing at your insides,
hate's all that matters to you.
You stand ready to attack,
pushing everyone away.
And start swinging at shadows:
striking out, day after day.
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