You’re going off like a cluster bomb.
One false step and I’ll be a victim.
Never sure what might set you off.
All I know is that you are wroth.
Spitting flames like a demon.
Ready to swing at the slightest thing.
Two sides to every story.
Persecution is a complex you hold.
Where you should be tender you are cold.
Blocking out what doesn’t fit your mood.
Voicing only opinions that are crude.
While playing victim for affect.
Espousing how all I offer is rage and neglect.
Relationship of twin toxicity.
Each side hates in perpetuity.
Vying for something that will never come.
Peace is devoid when both are hating the other one.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 