you sit there and fidget
despising me in silence
for opening my mouth
you think betrayal
I think freedom
*
I keep talking
you pretend to listen
I’ve never seen eyes so vacant
can you hear me at all
*
you want it to be over
want me to be quiet
and complacent, play ball
let you off the hook
you rub your fingers
and pretend that you’re bleeding
please look at me!
look how I am suffering!
look at this!
look at that!
you inflicted wounds on others who actually took the hit
and now you claim sympathy, attention and care for yourself
pity me instead of those you victimised so viciously
*
so precious and safe in your little bubble of power
the true nature of a person comes out quickly
once you call them out on bad behaviour
good to see your face indeed
there it is
there it fucking is
stand by it
these are your choices
look at them
*
virtues straight out the window
you can’t play devil and saint at once
but you want to be perceived as an angel
so, so much
whilst you commit crime after crime beneath your self-installed halo
*
show me your virtues through actions on your feet
{heart front and centre
leave out your fingertips}
not in self-serving promotional words overselling yourself
Croque-Melpomene 