I am angry at taking the high road, 

While you provide court like a jester, 

Using my name to buy you laughs,

What I wouldn’t give to drown you out,

Let bitter words fly from my tongue,

Burn the vipers’ nest to the ground,

I’m tired of being the hero,

Waiting on that one just day,

For the truth to finally out you as a liar,

So I’ll bide my time and play with matches,

But one wrong move and I’ll set you ablaze.


I can do no right or wrong,

I am angry and hurt,

Yet you just stand there,

Twisting the knife,

Bringing truth to my fears,

My own nightmare,

But I am the monster,

The one you paint me as,

If I so much as defend myself.