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Dear Boss...No...Just, Dear Person Who Says I am Worthless All the Time |
The Devil is Associated with Fire Don’t try to tell me that you know all You are just unhappy I can’t believe I let you in To hurt me The only pain you feel is that of others It feeds your flame Of hubris. I don’t want anything from you You think every one wants from you All you have is money You could say a complete lie Back it up with money And someone would call you intelligent Let me share with you I don’t need money to be happy To experience love For others and myself To want to give To be humble Or to prove intelligence I am only sorry that I fed your fury Your raging fire You can burn me all you want Until I disappear You will not create that nasty fire in me I won’t even put up a shield I will sacrifice I am terrified of you Maybe this will help you Arguments just feed you Even though you are so often wrong Maybe not in fact Always But more often in method Acceptance of perspective Fires are needy Even though you think you don’t need anything All it takes is some water Their tears will soon be enough Their tissues won’t even feed you You will be smothered My pity is not for you alone Please stop burning others |