Volcanic matter
at the center of me,
boiling with the need for
revenge. But oh darling,
Karma will get you.
You will never become
anything more than the
feckless weasel you were before.
I lost count of the times you told me
I am strong and fearless, you
faking masculine and tearless.
Shaking little boy who will
never shake off the weight of
his own mistakes.
You are a disgrace.

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