toxic by proxy
"not my fault, it's yours"
showing your moxy
telling lies, keeping score
using whatever
to be sure that you win
although you swore, never
here we go again
you set up the scene
keeping more than your hands clean
your story-telling's, pristine
albeit - creative, it's mean
you've collected your sheeple
sold them your point of view
crawled through the eye of a needle
to prove your side is true
no matter the outcome
you pit side against side
bat your eyes, playing dumb
all to salvage your pride
truth never held any power
truth - really, what does it mean?
you're the star, every hour
fueled by your "my friends" machine
I wonder, if they knew what I know
or if you only feed them your lines
would your cover then, be blown
exposing you and your lies
would they still be there cheering
defending all that you do
or would they start disappearing
if they could really see you
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
That was powerful. Well done.
Nailed it. Thanks for writing.
I missed the rhyme I have grown to love (😉), but got caught up in the frustration as it unfolded. I could almost feel your fist tightening as you went on. That part I liked.
Whoaaaa, that was so deep! Loved your poem!
Wow... powerful and I have heard it all before.😉
Ohhh this feeling is so frustrating. The intense desire to show the world who someone is and not being able to...ugh. Very good poem!
A sharp, insightful take on manipulation and the distortion of truth.
Deep. People who like to make everything a fight, and play victim are horrible. Your poem has so much emotion attached to it. Love it.