Bitter Hearted
While standing by the brown, cherry wood chair
I could sense your hatred
Every word struck like a knife
The blood from your veins; filled with unresolved feeings
There stood a mirror
That still couldn't reflect the pain I felt
As if someone had stolen my dreams and held them for ransom
You hurt me but I will never let you know
You underestimated me, but I proved you wrong
That chair that you once sat in; my study hall, my benchmark
I sit there every day striving for achievement with every breath I take
That mirror that once reflected anger, humiliation, and hatred
Is now my motivation
While that polo that you wore stays in mint condition
You will not
You will become old and fragile
You can get rid of that water colored sadness written all over your face
If you don't, either way, I'm soaking in success