No Longer An Option

Did you really think that you could keep me there?

Just sitting upon the shelf?

No thought to my welfare,

Or the needs of myself?

Yeah, I think that you thought that there'd never be another.

You could continue to control me,

Use me, and a smother.

Just like all that you tried with your brother.

People are not objects.

We're not yours to control.

Some of us are capable of the utmost self-control.

As for you? You're a selfish troll.

Getting off on the anguish caused.

Torrents of tears, scars, and agony, don't even give you a moment of pause.

Heedless of consequence.

Irreverent to all that is good and pure.

That ego of yours?

Has a hellish future in store.

That's all you've get.

I'll give you no more.

Oh, I hope your ego's bruised.

Maybe now you'll have a small taste

Of what it's like for someone that you've cruelly used.

When you look around, in loneliness, at your bitter end,

Will you still claim that you're confused?

Still continue to pretend?

Or shall you finally regret all who you've abused

In the process of selecting those that you perused?

. . .

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