Self-explanatory poem about someone that was once in my day to day life.
Excuses.
Rejection at every turn.
Each word containing well hidden contempt
Master manipulator, you get to seem the good guy once again.
But behind your escapist ways lies a true enemy.
No one need ask you for any favor, because you’ll resist.
Sometimes for a minute, sometimes longer.
Never yes, always a form of no.
Helplessness grasping any semblance of control.
Always guarded but longing for more.
Constantly pushing away.
I reject confrontation with you.
So unpleasant that most interaction is avoided.
Be gone.
Be alone.
Sometimes I fucking hate you.
© Veronica Haney 2009
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