Now I Am Clean An Enigma Machine

I look back at the crap but I had to do that to realise the fact that they yik and they yack it’s all talk and an act that fades into the black with the actions that lack because fools chit and chat as they fear the impact when they fall and collapse like a terrorist attack standing taller than all but they crack and crumble until downward they soar and they ain’t there no more and it hurt me back then but I’m cool now again as I’m rid of the tools who just take and ignore and forget all before and then make up a story exclusively for me berating me falsely and making them all see a version of me that I have never been and I know it’s the dream of the bitter and mean and I know it because I have seen it before from a man who is small it’s the way that he wars it’s his only resource I know this reject who loves to disrespect anyone who he’s met with his paranoid thoughts stuck with anger it causes a lifetime of tortures that manifest for us as we see him losing it daily reacting all crazy in tantrums like babies a period maybe he acts like a lady who wears tena lady when hormones are raging but as he’s not clever when talking whatever wherever about me he’s leaving me clues in what I am accused saying things I don’t do that are clearly untrue as the picture it paints shows off his faulty traits ones he’s too scared to face when he mentally breaks down then pointing a mate out for causing his meltdown escaping himself now but it comes and goes then it lows but it flows and it grows then explodes leaving him so exposed when you know him like I do the feeling inside brews knowing of his sly moves set out to gaslight you way out of their sight to a place where your face is disgraced tasting his bitter taste the mistake that I make is I don’t kick his face in but what good would that do when I know if I wait people see he's fake then he’ll be as lonely as death in a grave but right now they like him but one day will fight him when his impolite skin will light up like lightning and push him down under fed up with his thunder each time that he fails it’s through his own blunder that version of me that he wants to believe is a reality when really it is he will continue to be whilst I’m happy to be someone no one can see because that’s how it’s been misjudged is my scene and nowadays I am clean an enigma machine so you cannot predict as there isn’t a script I'm the unknown conflict you avoid or be hit so think don't be thick I'll be in your nightmares you wont exist