you can't understand how this feels
what you did
you don't know how much this stings
what you do
it hurts
you pretend
no.
you don't pretend to understand.
you pretend like you understand firsthand.
you pretend that your problems are worse.
you pretend like i'm a monster
because you can't accept the fact
that you've become one yourself
this victim you play
is no victim to me
but a victim to your manipulation
guess that's another thing we have in common.
YOU ARE READING
The Whispers of a God
Poetryconsidering my crude habit of refusing to open up to pretty much everyone due to my fear of being vulnerable, with my anonymity on the Internet, poetry is my only outlet. i hope you have a poetically awful time reading this.
