You Poem by Mark Gould

Insecurity, shame, and humiliation's the game
Arrogant, pompous, proud fool
YOUR eyes are your weapons
YOUR flattery, your tool
YOU ignore my pleas
YOU made me feel whole
Using and abusing YOUR undeserved power
YOU are the sickle, I was the Flower
Selfish, pitiful, no grasp on reality
Have YOU no rationality?
No consideration?
YOU can keep YOUR pointless vendetta
Close to YOUR chest
YOUR fooling yourself, at best
When YOU Break hearts, to boost YOUR vanity
all that means, is YOU are willingly
Losing YOUR humanity