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 


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