A Tale Of Thoughts Of Revenge Poem by Ros Venn

I am the one who can see that under your tough exterior, you are made of glass,
Others and yourself, hold you on a fragile pedestal,
But one day I hope that the wood will rot, and you come falling down,
Then you will lay on the ground like a shattered eggshell, but all the king's men won't be able to put you back together,

You use your negativity to feed off others hopes and positivity,
What you lack in your own life you try to leech it out of others,
You have used your ability of speechcraft to ruin many a day for people,
You are blind to the damage you can do with just words,

I once consider you my flesh and blood, in my folly of youth I looked to you like a brother,
But now you are of no more value to me than dog faeces on the side of the road,
The thought of stepping in you has caused people to avoid you at all cost,
I never realised how easy the strings that bind can be cut,

You have made a lifelong enemy out of one, who wished only to have been your friend,
My love has turned to hate, my respect to disgust,
Oblivious of what you have done,
You have fuelled me with anger and thoughts of revenge that I never asked for,