Say I’ve changed again but you never knew me
I gave glimpses, fabricated smiles, entertained you while taking notes
Weaknesses exposed but I didn’t consider you a foe
Attitude until my face displayed unease grimacing displeasure
You get left overs now instead fresh lines when we speak
If I’ve changed it doesn’t matter reading my notes written in parables
Decibels your pride cannot acknowledge boasting proudly wearing a slave’s collar
I wish you would step over triggers so I can show mistakes reproducing in your insipid figures
Swear I’m so simple as I lay in wait on time while you stay late.
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Nothing new for you,
Leftovers
Nothing changes does it?
Stay stuck being a bitch unable to switch to understanding
Upside down in empathy on empty
Until you change you get scraps
Leftovers.
Emotion Dough 