the Shrew

It's hard enough to know your life is gone,
but to have another's dangled in front of you is torture.
They think their lives are hard and tangled,
when they are blind to what lays further.

They know not of what life holds.
They can never understand true pain.
They can pretend to know your person,
and plainly say that you're insane.

They've dropped tears of water,
none of salt.
Crying over idiocy
laying at their own fault.

How can you fix life,
when nothing can be done?
You attempt to make some mends
but all her web is spun.

She knows of what she does,
and knows what it does to you.
Knows not how to apologize
for what she's done to you.

Doesn't matter that you're alone,
or that she steels your only friends,
what matters is they're so easy,
she can make them sway and bend.

They lick shit off her feet,
and think it's toffee ice cream.
She spoon feeds them herself
and they feed her self-esteem.

Perhaps they just can't see,
what I've known while they're away.
That she has many faces
that have so many things to say.

Oddly enough, she has many fans,
that know her not at all.
They want to think they're individual
yet lay beckon to her call.

Like a crow, she calls them loudly,
so loud it hurts to hear.
And stupidly, they go running,
so she can feed off their adhere.

It burns to know the love
you thought they had for you,
was so easily replaced
but by a heartless shrew.