Elitism Poem by Kitty Marie Lucas

i took my words, sharp and clean
i cut you from my skin
i point to you,
you knew the truth
not admitting to your sin

you felt such pity, so elite
for this broken doll, your meat

but in this time i did not lie
i broke your walls to hide behind
and in all this, i have found
that even though you pushed me out
the dejection isn't mine
and now we see for the first time
giving in to lust didn't wound
cos you're no better than me...
i'm doing better than you