The Ones I Hurt
Endless hours drifted past as I waited so patiently
He would come soon I knew and then I could stop
Filling the minutes with things to do that meant nothing
Talking to strangers and playing with their heads
I am so good at that it is almost frightening
Why do I like that feeling of total control of a situation
How is it even possible that I consider it such
And I retell the tales of exploits to others
And they laugh and think it is so clever of me
I hurt people and they feel badly at being took
I think of it as pay back from people doing it to me
Countless innocents fall under my wrath not realizing
And I take it in and I spit it out and I plot for the next
Each word I say is a calculated move in an intricate dance
Total domination over their senses
And then the crushing blow of totally ignoring them after
I have a conscience that tells me I am wrong for this
And I ignore it as well, for why should I not do it?
They deserve it for being stupid and not getting the point
They are the beautiful ones that everyone likes
They are the ones that wield a power over others
They are revered as clever and they are liked
Taking them down is not even hard really they fall so easily
Then I go on to the next…