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You who laugh at another's anguish
Doesn't deserve to be called a human.
Resembling a pitiful, decaying leech
You prefer to feast upon the essence
Of pain, laughing madly all the while.
Come at me with all the grace of an
Immature child driven by retribution.
Do your best and try to mock me,
Resorting to your tiresome act where
You throw toys from the pram.
It's rather tedious with all the sniping
Along with your feeble challenges.
Rather than stooping to your pathetic
Level, I choose to merely block
Every single one of your claims.
The way I clearly see is simply this;
Instead of moving on and accepting things,
You'd much rather spend your time
Focusing on shooting me down, proof
That you cannot get over us cutting ties.
Despite all this, I have you to thank;
Now realising why I cast you aside
Was possibly an excellent benefit.
Who would want to associate with
Such a heartless, little nobody?
Doesn't deserve to be called a human.
Resembling a pitiful, decaying leech
You prefer to feast upon the essence
Of pain, laughing madly all the while.
Come at me with all the grace of an
Immature child driven by retribution.
Do your best and try to mock me,
Resorting to your tiresome act where
You throw toys from the pram.
It's rather tedious with all the sniping
Along with your feeble challenges.
Rather than stooping to your pathetic
Level, I choose to merely block
Every single one of your claims.
The way I clearly see is simply this;
Instead of moving on and accepting things,
You'd much rather spend your time
Focusing on shooting me down, proof
That you cannot get over us cutting ties.
Despite all this, I have you to thank;
Now realising why I cast you aside
Was possibly an excellent benefit.
Who would want to associate with
Such a heartless, little nobody?
I pity those who simply cannot move on and accept situations in where another has cut ties with them. Instead they resort to such childish behaviour that makes me smile in response. They're just like dogs - the more they bark, the more I laugh at how they keep on beating a dead horse 
© 2012 - 2024 British-Prophetess
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This is a great poem