This Is Me Vs. My Worst Enemy

again, this poem is not for the weak. i wrote this after my friend and I experienced similiar circumstances. writing is my medicine. my remedy. this is how i cope with the struggles,hardships, and tragedies that i am faced with each and every day. Your words malicious. Your actions vicious. You spill venom from your lips. You wrap your hand around his throat not allowing him to resist. You're a sick piece of filth. Your actions unjustified. You feed your prey another lie. You'll never know the impact of your actions as you sink your fangs into your victim. Your remorse minimal. Your actions criminal. How about i rip out your jaw and then see how you talk? How about i shatter your knees and then see how you walk? Laying knee deep in a pool of your own misery. How does it feel when the roles are reversed? You sicken me, your mind is truly perverse. My actions will speak louder than your words.