Everything Leads Back To You

The words you speak.
Like the life you lead.
And the actions you perform.
Are meaningless.

You speak of hope, yet you never believe.
You speak of trust, yet show nothing but mistrust.
You speak of love, yet you always speak of love lost.
You speak of respect, yet you show none.

You show no emotion.
You show no devotion to anything or anyone but yourself.
You show no hatred but how can you show something that you don't have?

Somehow...
Somehow you're perfectly content with your life.
With your sadistic...
Pitiful...
Pathetic excuse of a life.

And I'm left here.
With every reason to be proud.
With every reason to be happy and content.
With the person I've become over the years.
Through the battles I've fought.
Through the tears I've shed.
But I'm left here...
Feeling the way you should.
Feeling like the garbage you are.

But I know better.
I know that I'm none of the things that I think I am.
I know that.
And I'm not going to give up until you know the hell that you've put me through.
And drown in my lost pain.