Writer's Block

Do not fritter away your defective words on me.  It is your actions I clearly see.

Actions that speak of an individual I cannot trust. Abandoning an image to my memory of a frigid disgust.

Deliver your ego and grandosity elsewhere. The fall mask you slap on your face,  is to much to bear.

Enjoy your problems all to yourself.  Your drama is another thing- in- itself.

Persistently don’t care about my pain and troubles. You’d be doing me a service and benefiting me with less struggles.

Feasting off my vulnerabilities just to get ahead. Mocking me like a puppet on thin thread.

Before long I will get fed up.  Karmas a bitch just heads up.