A narcissistic malevolent cloud
Taunting me
Poking me
Until
Like a cobra
Once coiled
Now I attack
On the defensive
You push me
To the edge
Breaking point
Bursting like a
heavy laden rain cloud
Ranting and raging
Expressing the truth
of my emotions
Controlling
Manipulative
Abusive
That’s your
modus operandi
Unstable and weak
Time to take your meds
You’ve spent more time
locked with the village loons
than a whore spends
lying on her back
And yet your highness claims
I’m the head case
You’re mind remains a rich
tapestry of over dramatics.
Written by
Lyla Arthurs
May 2011
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