You were never worthy for me,
you are not worthy of me
there is value in me
Or so the self-help books tell me
to keep repeating
until I know it’s true
but I see more value in tearing you down.
Looking at the perfectly poised picture you display to the world.
I dissect it with each pixel.
Knowing that you hate to smile,
Because of you’re messed up teeth.
There is a small tragedy that no one but I knows
in the way that you fold your hands,
away from the world.
Trying to hide the marks of your childhood.
You said
it took you 22 years to learn
to open just the index page of your mind,
but yet can stand presidentially in an audience
and deliver the speech to bring world peace.
Caring does not always mean thoughtful
Knowing that my self-confidence was just a fragile book
made from quotes,
you carelessly set it on fire.
You may say that it is immoral
to tear down a man,
but I was silent for two years
forgetting that my words were my tools,
was like cutting a surgeons hands.
But never fear my SWORDS have now been sharpened.
So watch this space.
JUST BREATH 