for all the times i drank your criticisms
like a desert traveler, lost and suddenly found
for all the times i cloaked your selfishness
with ingenuity
for all the times i looked inside
always looked inside
for all the times you didn't
i guess you didn't need the extra confusion
for all the times i shrunk like a violet
or smiled in the face of your enraged eruptions
for all the times i accepted your contorted face
and inability to hide it for the sake of others
for all the times that sociopaths like you
would hurt somebody
for all the bullies of my past
that you embodied
for all the damn tears
i shed over your self-centered ass
for all the times i chose the light over the dark
and you chickened out
yeah! all those times i was the warrior
you the wimp
for all the feminine you stomped on
with your version of sadism
and your dumb jokes
that were only funny to yourself
for the millions of fucking gestures of respect
that you owe me
and so help me God
i will receive!
for all your precious freedom that i gave unconditionally, you ungrateful bastard
for all the times you made me feel second best
you insensitive being
for all those times you would rather compliment another, implying that i wasn't good enough
afraid of your own self
you coward
you arrogant, macho
cruel narcissus
for all the times your Higher Self wished i would tell you this, instead of kindness
and no there is no twist, it is exactly how this poem
ends
