I Will Smite You With Metaphor Fists's blog: "Creativity"

I hate thinking about what we were and what we should have been

I hate that you haunt me and hurt my soul from deep within

Every time I start to move on you come back to break me

You worm your self back in bringing only misery

You hide behind your phone calls and your glowing computer screen

Bringing hateful insults but never being seen

You watch over my like a child over whom you've lost control

And your attempts to bring me down are attempts to make yourselves whole

Your happiness is a mask to fool the nonbelievers

But crippled from the pain that your tainted lie delivers

You've spun yourself into a web that you can never ever escape

I'm done dealing with the effects from your one big mistake

So I'm pathetic, I'm the psycho but you're the one concerned

With my thoughts, my actions, my brutal tainted words

I'm winning I'm ahead, you're just putty in my hands

You're my puppet on strings and I'm the puppet