Sunday, January 3, 2016

Thief

I didn’t notice it at first
I didn’t notice you were a thief
One by one
I lost everything
You stole most of it
You made them yours
You stole the life that burned in me
You stole the love I had in me
You stole all my happiness
And so I was afraid
Of having more of me
Stolen by you
So I got rid of things
I got rid of people
Just so there’ll be nothing
You can steal from me
And now
You sit atop your stolen goods
Everyone applauds your treasures
And I…
I have nothing anymore
I’m as poor as I was
When I was born
Because you,
You had so much
But you still wanted
Everything I had.

I hate you,
You little thief
I hate you
For stealing
What little I had in life.

I hate you.

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