Your Vendetta

It's an acid,
Encroaching upon my strength,
It's a monster,
Eating at my soul,
It's the anger,
Boiling up inside of me.

If you have a vendetta against me,
Tell it to my face,
If you want to get rid of me,
Then do it and don't drag this on.

You who wrongly accuse me,
Without finding the facts,
You who cowards and hides,
Behind a silly little letter,
I find from you three days later.

I know you talk about me behind my back,
To all my peers,
Always finding something to complain about.

You have your favorites,
It's clear to see,
That I am not one of those,
So, you try to push me away.

Well,
Too bad for you I'm a fighter,
I am going to stand up for myself,
And keep what I need.

You can't get rid of me so easily.
I will show you all,
That you are under false pretenses.


- 11/13/11