A message to those people who have in some way bothered me over the years. |
It’s just you and me again man One on one in a Mexican Standoff And neither of us are running away Now that I have you where you should be I have something to say I want you to know that I’m not mad at you You may be a good friend of mine One that had a few noticeable flaws You let me down a couple of times Maybe one time too many But hey, I’m not mad at you You may have been someone Someone I looked to for a friendship You didn’t put enough effort to make it happen But I’m not mad at you You may have been someone who used my trust once or twice Then one day you betray and abandon me You’ve got what you needed outta there So you no longer had use for me Heartbreaking? Yes. Vengeance-inducing? No I’m not mad at you You may have been someone who hurt me A regular bully giving me physical or emotional pain to cope with Whether it was in my early youth Or even more recently What you did somehow got to me But despite filling my body with pain I’m honestly not mad at you You could even be the worst of them all You might have been that person who almost permanently ruined me What you did could have made me take my own life That emotional pain you sent me through those years ago Was inhumane and unnecessarily cruel But despite how bad it was and how upset I am I’m still not mad at you Why am I not mad at you? No matter how bad things were for me No matter how bad YOU were to me How can I avoid holding such anger towards you? The answer is a bit cheesy But it honestly is true It’s not something that I’m able to do You may be the good but flawed friend Or even the worst pain inducer of my life But I can’t hold anger really towards anyone Let alone wish ill upon someone like you This makes me a better person And maybe one day you’ll see it’s true But no matter what you try to do to me I’ll never be mad at you *Leave a comment or a rating please. I highly appreciate feedback from my readers and thank you for taking your time to read this original piece of work I call my own.* |