confession of anger

Dare not confuse me, I am not your rag doll

But- I will show you

What you want to see-

You will never make a fool of me

Your pumped up adrenaline-no it doesn't impress me

Simply you are a pathetic mess

Are you ready to confess?

I know your kind, always hiding in plain sight

Waiting to feed on insecurities,

of those who are lost

Time will teach you to be humble,

it will teach you life

Your eyes will open upon the truth,

all weakness exposed

And you will surrender- to me

Now who knows- it- all?

The End

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