||[Aug. 2nd, 2004|10:52 pm]
This Ruined Puzzle
Are you having fun?|
Bringing me down like you do?
Finding minute discrepancies and exploiting them until I am quivering in a corned; then kicking me when I’m down.
Knowing after the surprise onslaught that I am too weak to walk away, to tired to fend you off…
Do you enjoy the upper hand you get from fighting dirty and unfair?
Don’t you know all of these things add up?
Once I can go, do you really think that I will come back?
Do you honestly believe I can forgive so casually?
Would it matter?
Once I am free to be who I am, so you think I’ll come back to hear you mock and belittle me?
So you can call me a whore, the one mark on your “oh-so clean” slate?
Do you really think you know who I am?
How can you when every time I do something for me, to show what I like or who I am you punish me?
Please, explain your logic, I don’t understand.