I hated him
because he was perfect.
In his own way I wanted to tear him apart.
Rip away those hands that bred perfection.

I hated his angelic and easy smiles
I hated the ease in which he was accepted.

his perfect life
and favored gifts.

so I hurt him.
driving stakes of doubt into that gullible heart.
twisting his feelings
into lies and pretty whispers.

I tore at him
making him work for the right to be alive
I scratched at him
peeling away his perfect skin
to show what was really inside.

I abandoned him
laughing like the fools in a choir.
making him beg
I degraded him.

I gained power
over him I now felt perfect.
I felt beautiful
like i was someones reason to smile

I didn't see it
that thing that was so familiar
so much a part of my core.
I didn't see it

the way he shattered with
each stroke of my verbal whip.
His glistening eyes
shining in despair and not joy.

The scars on his soul,
his body, I didn't see.
the way he degraded himself
to fall at my feet.

He became that weed
that unimportant part of me

I didn't see my reflection in his eyes,
my pain in his false smiles.

I didn't see the bullying,
that had fallen upon me.

I didn't see his LIFE
that he ended too soon,
his perfect smile,
that he grimaced behind.

I didn't see his beautiful heart,
black and painted in webs.

Bullying I didn't see
that he cried too.