they want to use the top of my head like a rung in a ladder; keeping me down and propelling them UP.
they never ever consider things out of their own tiny heads.
THEYYYY haven't come up with a way to stop me yet. they can't kill me.
i look at them and i see nothing. hollowed out carcasses, rotting as they drag along, with the light of their souls traded for a flourecent light bulb. flickering, and hard on the eyes.
they know nothing of raising their hands over they're head. they don't beleive in self sacrifice and delayed gratification. bad things come to those who dont wait.
i flick the leach of their psyche off my fore-arm, like the pest that THEY are. they suck, literally and figuratively.
giving of myself isn't the problem, it's the lack of balance. the TAKE TAKE TAKE, and never ever giving once.
oh right you gave that one time, because it was it wasn't out of your way. but where are THEY when you need them the most? no one knows you when you're down and out.
people can fuck off and masterbate while staring in the mirror, for all i care. because im sure they all do. "ohhh yay me! i love me so!"
i'll still help them out when they need it. because in the end, i never want to be what they are.
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