My strength is your weakness and my weakness your strength.
You use your skills against me, as if I know how to play;
I cry and I try, but it seems to be futile here-
The effort is there… Return to sender as the addressee is not found.
I find sorrow in your words, but that doesn’t seem to matter;
You see pity at my door, and now you’ll join the party…
How sweet it is to be under the lens, so close, very personal.
Oh, you’ve learned my tact to know how to hurt me,
How quaint to know I mean so much…
To each their own as they say,
would it not matter anyway…?
Flattery disguised as toxic waste; a landfill of cryptic deceit.
If you want something done right, you must do it yourself;
Unless you prefer to scorn and scold in which- you mustn’t imply truth.
Reject and critique fore it’s the only way to criticize;
Logic and reason have no space here-
Deny, deny, deny.