Anonymous

Sitting sadly, in the dark
Behind the screen, like a shark
Fingers clattering
Mind scattering
Conducting words like poison rounds
The next cock of the rifle
You cannot stifle
She angrilly writes
Feeding devillish delights
On it goes to her blog
Feelings a hazy fog
No regret for this move
She's got everything to prove
That she's better than you
What else can she do?
The lower you sink
This poison you drink
The higher she rises
Confidence grows three sizes
Your loss, her gain
Your mind, she has slain
And still she remains
Constricted by chains
Hidden face
All these problems; disgrace
Conceal the pain
By showing you disdain
Picking you apart
To save her own heart
To be able to look in the mirror
Without feeling fear
Fear of reflection
Spreading like an infection
Self hate
A closed gate
She cannot
recover