Otatade IseghohiOkojie

The Jealous Bully - Poem by Otatade IseghohiOkojie

How broken you are
How damaged in two
You wish you were me
Fed up that your you
Rotten and stinking
Hating your flesh
arse Opens mouth
Parrot nonsense
What does the mirror say,
sick of it's truth,
Tired of it's hostility
Your pain is the truth
I'm not the burden,
Your casket of life,
Talking me down,
Won't mount you
up high
For when you climb,
The stairs you climb,
And mind is honest,
and thoughts aren't blind
Creak on the bed,
Alone in the dark,
annoyed your life has lost it's spark,
You will be quick to appreciate,
The problem is,
The self you hate.

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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