Sometimes I feel like
I’m holding my breath,
hoping that life will
change for the better
rather than
the worst.
that I deserved
more then
empty promises,
lying “pacifists”,
and people
who like to believe
that it is okay
for knives
to be drawn
behind backs.
I came unprepared
to a fight
I had thought
wasn’t on the agenda
slapped
across the face
like some abusive lover
I just wanted a desk job
I’d stay at for
8 plus years
without a whisper
of deceit
from those snakes
in the grass
that like to kick
and kiss ass
to get closer to
the top ranks.
well, fucking thanks.
you did well
put me through
a great deal of hell
and I’m still here
wondering
why.
my things in a box
whilst they change
the locks
as you smile
your eyes show
what you gained
what I lost
so, perhaps
I’ll just smile
pulling out
every sharp
tooth, nail, needle.
I’m used too it, dear.
so, don’t think
you’re the first.