People used to tell me I'm mean, but in hindsight, I was just being honest about the way they treat me and who they are.
Here's a little cathartic honesty I recently wrote about fake friends.
The Lesser Healed
"The lesser healed version of me
Would seek retribution for everyone else to see
Verbally slicing you open, exposing the facade
Fake smiles pointing to an empty fraud
Build your audience with ego-fueled false niceties
Perhaps you assumed the same of my authenticity
But I was there for you…
I thought we were friends
Shared my dreams and insecurities
Then used them against me
But no, we’ll pretend
It’s all just coincidence
And how fkg dare I
Create emotional distance
From prying eyes spewing lies
Surreptitiously working for my demise
My effort was authentic
But I don’t like being used
I don’t like passive-aggressive tactics
Mean girls masquerading as advocates
Do you know how much restraint it takes to let you think you’re fooling me?
To let you think I don’t see?
Stop trying to exploit invisible disabilities
Little unhealed attention-seeking babies
The lesser healed version of me wouldn’t walk away
She’d make a scene, but see that’s the thing
It’s just really sad to me, honestly
The lack of originality and creativity
Desperate to mimic me
Remember sweetie, inspiration is flattery
But imitation is fkry
So as they say, keep your eyes on the prize
That must be why you’re always one step behind
Keep watching my back and throwing your crap
In front of me as if that’ll destroy my path
But you see, energy never really dies
Your hate fuels me because I alchemize
All your hate into power
So please, keep going
Thank you; should I pay you by the hour?
The reality is, I’m just trying to exist
And help others along the way
But really, what are you doing?
Besides giving us all a bad name
Here’s some free advice
Get out of the echo chamber
Go touch some grass
Target the person in the mirror instead of hunting your neighbors"