Is it power, status, or skin color? Or the way you put on your pants?
Is it because my pants are tight with no pockets that I wasn’t given a chance? Is it because the strength and merit I hold is inferior to yours Or because the image of someone like me is at home finishing chores? Is it because someone who reminds you of me took a heavy toll on your past Or maybe she took everything and aside, your heart she hastily cast. All that you built from a shambled childhood and all that you were was created for you two Meaning all your money, time, purpose, and dare I say emotions, you so willingly blew. Unearthed from all that you aspired to be together, you never wanted anything else Your world now is quiet, trying to muster up limb control, to even inch by with stealth How can the greatest thing you’ve ever known, be nonchalantly thrown Left vulnerable, lost, and painfully, inevitably alone? Did I get it all wrong and in reality this is just how you are? What a troubling thought, such attitude to have made it this far. Is it because I am different? Well portentous lad, what are you? Your judgment and narcissism are too telling of your hue. Everyone has felt inadequate, even if it was only once as a child But why let that feeling fester and then use on someone awhile? Because “misery loves company” and you’ve sent invitations Crushing in your hand: courage, poise, aspirations. Well when your “reign” stops falling Regret alone, you’ll be hauling. So throw your sticks and cast your stones Only one to blame if you die alone.
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