Spineless

Your smile it doesn't fool me, and your bullshit makes me sick, I may have been a crazy once, but I am not that thick. To think that as you stand before and never matters raise. Means you won't from behind my back pull stunts designed to phase.

You never bring it up with me, for reasons that you know. But nothing you could ever do would ever stop me grow. And anger as it churns inside and taunts my spastic gut. Just motivates if given time and veers me from a rut.

You sow your seeds of cancerous form and some may let them land. And all along I feel the unseen presence of your hand. In dealings so insidious that some will never see. But think again you low life for I swear you won't beat me.

If karmic law does have a place in universal time. I'll long to see the fruit from my perpetual bloody climb. And I hope to christ I see the day you get what you deserve. Your not so great that you won't fall, and you are lacking nerve.

If I came in and stirred things up and people I upset. I'd understand your bickerings, expect your words, but yet. I do not grieve the underdog, but neither do you speak. Right to my face, it's always others sanctions that you seek.

So what's your problem spineless one, your feathers are a mess. Have I somehow grieved you or unnerved you more or less. And why do you try so hard to infect the minds of friends. And never ever come to me or try and make amends?

My thoughts are fairly simple when it comes to how you act. You've things to hide, why else would you so woundingly react? But stab again I beg of you, my spirit welcomes pain. For without it I am now assured there never would be gain.

You know my past but I know yours, and nasty isn't me. But what have I to undertake to keep my present free? I will not stop the work I do or lifestyle I pursue. And never will I fully bow to pressure spawned from you.

I may draw breath and pull back hurt, my energy to gain. But as long as justice isn't served my passion will remain. And just like you I will not say this message to your face. I wouldn't let my anger your deprived and small mind grace.

So carry on your petty ways and make the most my friend. For I am certain we will see where truth lies in the end. I know that by and large I am an okay person too. Not in your eyes as it would seem, but I've no respect for you.