Your words pierce my being like a hot spear driven deep in my sanity - set
in like a week-old stain.
The hurt explodes and heats the cold blood that runs through my veins.
I refuse to be a dirty punching bag, filled with all your past memories and
pains.
My defenses unravel and I imagine scratching ragged nails on your offensive
face.
In my fit of fire and rage I will tear the bowels of your patronizing
demeanor straight from your place.
I will lash my hostility at you like a poison whip and laugh purposely as
you ponder my craze.
My words will be like venom and I will spit them at you - toxic and
hazardous as the gnash of a rattlesnake.
I will unleash animosity and will hope that it scars your flesh and eats
your brain.
Yes, I will be angry and ineffectual. I will doubt the unquestionable.
But somehow I will find the strength and leave to live without your praise.

I will pacify my tempered rage, and I will always wonder why I was replaced.
 
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