The reason I let you bully, criticize me

Isn’t something you can fathom.

My faults are mine and mine alone

I know me better than you.

I will let you in on a secret,

I know who you are inside out.

Terrible, meek, clumsy, cowardly,

you toil fruitlessly for validation.

I grant you fortuity in my benevolence.

Show me how far you can go,

beat me, come thrash me, till your hands bruise,

validate your puny existence.

Tell me my faults, be content in callowness,

for I know it all, your speech and deeds.

So tell me, enforce them: your worthless beliefs,

for I know you, and your insignificance.


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