butter

it isn’t worth your sense of entitlement
for me to feed your desire
it’s a lot of work you know why
you have a wave with a smile disguise
it isn’t hatred or spite just a sense of betterness
I like to call it bitterness, embarrasment
you can’t be seen with him
from one circle to another you avoid the overlap
fear, say it with me now.
words you can’t say so you’d rather avoid than deal.
Leave them wondering, holding a power of righteousness over them
with these words i take your power. you can hold nothing
over anyone and everything over no one
empowering myself to not care it saddens me to take this measure
what happened?

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