You Will Reap What You Have Sown... Poem by chantelle ribeiro

Why bother with niceties,
Being a lady?
When really I want to look at you
And shake the smirk off your mouth
Rip your heart from your chest
And throw it to the ground!
The amused look in your eyes
Your attitude of defiance
I want to scream into your face
The raw pain I feel inside
Always the better person
The woman with class and pride
Poor naive me
Your puppet on a string
Your disposable thing
But now that the sadness is over
Where bitterness resides
Black and seething my anger
I want you to listen
To see and feel humiliation
I want you to experience pain
The way I had to endure
Your lies and my frustration
My fear I want to hide away
From your hurtful glare
And tell you in so many words
that after what you had done
I am numb and really don't care
for your foolish games
Your immaturity shocking at your age
Further inflaming my own rage
You will reap what you have sown
Somewhere somehow you will know
The feeling of abandonment
You will always remember this day
And realize the price you had to pay
And one day when your Autumn years
are lonely and filled with fears
You will think of me and wonder why
You chose that way to say goodbye