The spiteful immaturity
displayed from your high ground
speaks extensive volumes
without a single sound.
The silence sure is deafening
in the idle chatter that you make
and love sits all around you
dressed in affection that you fake.
In blatant anonymity
you claim your rightful share,
in sweet and blissful ignorance
you pretend you really care.
In loud and labored whispers
the hurtful words spew forth
and in delighted animosity
you demean my very worth.
You coyly smile and say hello
while spreading painful lies
Smeagol hugs will not encase me.
Like a Phoenix, I will rise.
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