something that you are not

Something that you are not

Who do you think you are?

Standing there with your

grandiose facade with that

pretentious look across

your face looking down

 your nose at me with your

egotistical tone while

bellowing complete

  nonsensical babbling

 gibberish from the hole

  in your face, with a

sense of some sort of

superiority complex when in

actuality it is more of a 

conceited pompous queen 

of her own sociopathic

pathological lying narcissistic
kingdom ruling over the
voices in your head,

living in a world that only
you can see while looking in the

mirror of a reflection that

you deny twisted and

deformed from all the years
of lies and no soul eyes that

stare into the darkness
out of a cell within your mind

trapped there by the

demons of your dirty sinful

 past casting out a light that

  only evil will receive as you
take what you want from

those with innocence filled

hearts and souls of loving
thoughtful minds, consuming

them little by little until all

that is left is a shell of who

they were and used to be

 that now sit in the dark not
 knowing who they are

  confusion and anger

 coursing through their veins

stuck somewhere in the

conscience left behind from

a shattered brain fight an
enemy no longer there
hearing whispers of the past

while teardrops falling from
 the pain which has

caused them to go insane

 while you are hysterically

laughing from all the

damage you have done
 caring for no one but your
own self, and your own

selfish needs no reason

needed believing you are

 something that you are not

and never will you be.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A Poet's Journey