Thu, 04/15/2021 - 22:12 -- mIeNlFP

Are you listening for all the little things between my words because you seem to have a selective hearing impairment? 

You use gasoline in your arguments but somehow you'er the sane one.

Are you listening to all the small details in my sentences but still taking nothing from it because you never critically thought your whole life you only run on competitive one-ups.

I told you things I cared about and you told them things that weren't there.

I been gaslighted from your stupid fastidious tendencies and now the gasoline mixed with my sweat.

I try to pick up all the twisted words you spilled but when I speak up but now my words are confused with angry flames I gain from the frustration.

You know everybody falls for charm but not me I know how douchebags uses their tricks so next time there be no gaslighting.


This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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