The pain you’ve caused is far worse than what my own kind has inflicted.
The gall.
Your image held as the ideal burned into my psyche.
And still…
Who’s chased me in the midst of my madness?
Who’s made a plaything of my loyalty?
Who’s hands helped the teacher’s attempt to restrain me at my desk?
I would’ve been your avenging angel and yet…
Some days I’d rather you both burn.
JUSTE 