Don't you know who I am?
Arrogance dripping from his tone as if I'm supposed to know who the heck he is.
It was as if he believed he walked on air?
But let me bring him down to earth.
Let me deflate his head.
He may think he is untouchable.
And I won't hold my breath.
Call me stubborn, whatever it be but I'll put him on his place.
He will most probably be angry.
But I'll have a smile on my face.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
