My god, you confuse me.

How you jumbled my brain,

Rearranged my thought process

As if it’s a jigsaw puzzle,

It makes me question myself.

I’m the garbage,

You threw around

But now I’m treasure?

Did it get through your skull—

Realization, not more idiocy?

My god, you amuse me.

Look at you,

Calling me spineless behind my back,

When you embrace me with warm arms,

Said “I miss you” first, not back.

I’m not the mold,

Infecting your entire household?

Blackening your lungs?

Crumbling your world?

It seems like I was just that.

My god, just make it clear to me;

I don’t need your manipulation, hypocrisy.

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Little rant :)