Internalizing lies told by others, and creating the picture of someone who did not exist,
Casting accusations of mental illness upon one who cared,
When it is you who are ill, paranoid, emotionally deranged, sociopathic.
He was not sick. He was not disturbed. You were, and your insane reactions to friendship, to offered love, are your own proof.
Painting a distorted picture with your warped comprehension,
And aspersing him to others.
Your conception so vacant, your heart so blase, your worldview that of a mindless reality tv victim,
Willfully misinterpreting every sentence, every action like a “mean girl,”
And talking like a child,
Because you have no soul, no depth.
You cherish things, not people, and you invent dangers that never existed.
The lies … so may lies … and you have no conscious.
You dared to judge him? You?
Who are you?
You who has no thought deeper than how you can state something to make yourself sound cool?
Or what you can go shopping for next?
You who chose an absolute brute of a hateful, falsely pious moron to give yourself to and will again? You are a brute.
You made yourself into someone you were not to placate your own paranoia and shallowness,
To call yourself “good,” when there’s nothing good about you, nothing deep, nothing real.
You’re as plastic and soulless as the cheap trash in a big box store.
You are no one,
Just another face lacking passion, lost in conformity, without a grip on the real world,
Dwelling in fantasy and bigotry, imagining yourself the essence of worldliness.
You know nothing of the world, as you don’t even live in it. You live in hateful snap judgments, pretending you don’t, parroting the idiocy of those around you without a brain.
You hear nothing , feel nothing, see nothing, but your own vindictiveness and ugly vanity, which you have no basis for,
You know nothing of authenticity.
And you know nothing of real love.
You have no meaning, and choose not to have any.
You have never truly lived, only played a role.
How dare you suppose yourself so important that you toy with another and pretend you’re being charitable, oh so high and mighty.
Did you think he would never know what you said? How depraved and base you are? How truly ugly you are?
Like a mindless redneck in a trailer park, born by accident into an affluent area.
You have no charity. You’re low, uncouth, and have no standards, no shame.
You are what you’ve slept with … and run from …. but still seek again.
You fear judgment from others more than truth.
He gave you every opportunity to be a real person, and you decided upon fakery,
Decided to be cowardly and full of shit, to play a game like a five year old.
That is on you forever,
And, as you shut all of this out of your mind, once again call him crazy, disturbed, angry, when you never let yourself know him,
Know that you are the cause of his anger and, for that, for your lies, for your baseless judgments, he will always be worth more than you, because he is a true heart, a real person, with his own mind and desires, not those given him by social constraints.
He is not ugly. He is not angry. He is not dishonest. He is kind. He is loving. He is loyal. And you hate all of that, despise it, as you despised him in secret,
He doesn’t play a role for others.
And he would never have prejudged you like you did him. That does not make him weak. It makes him a better person than you, more faithful than you, more sincere than you, cooler than you, and realer than you … an actual person,
Something you know nothing about.
Something you will never be.
He would have rocked your world, but you prefer disappointment with a silver spoon.
You are not pious. You aren’t even real. Just an unrepentant liar.
He was a fool to fall for your costume. There was never anything under it, no substance. But he offered you love and you spit in his face …. behind his back.
You troll, you emotionally worthless brat.
No, he is not drunk. He is awake to your con.
Now go find your next creep and fake your happiness, associate with the fraudulent, who, though wealthy, are the dregs of humanity, the cancer on the earth, the haters who pose as the virtuous, as you view the world through your backwards mirror,
You shit on the only real you’ve ever known and it’s gone.
No, he does not come for you. He does not even see you, because there is no you.
Go live in your plastic. Go find your diamonds. See what good they do you in the end,
Fuck your fraudulence forever,
You cold, cold nobody.