I have no patience For your twisted mind The way you serve a fool Has turned your eyes blind. I have no passion For your toxic discourse The points you try to make Echo a fake source. I have no respect For your empty goal The lies you call opinion Have corrupted your soul.
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Reflection
What hold do you have of me That I tend to measure myself In the sparkle of your eyes Or depth of your sighs? Why must the tone of your voice Or purse of your lips Have the power to decide What eats me up inside? How did you turn into my mirror But kept a mind of your own Will the reflection I see Ever stop breaking me?
A Weave of Words 