You can’t tell me things about me
That I don’t already know.
I can’t believe how you come at me
Like you run the show.
You got me confused.
Your ego got bruised.
And now you can’t be happy
‘Til you bring me down real low.
But, I’m still standing.
Despite all your slandering.
And there’s nothing that will stop me
From deflecting your blows.
Your opinion is not needed.
It’s time you retreated.
And left me alone.
Go on home.
To your gas-lit throne.
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Well stated, Ashlie. Nice job of writing and rhyming 🙂
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Thanks, Jim! 😊
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Lots of anger and frustration in this one. Poetry can be powerful stuff, good work!
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Thanks, Mason. I was definitely tuning into some old hurts here. Glad you liked it!
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No kidding! Hope it helps you feel better. Well done!
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