I should not speak of others.
How dare I speak of you?
For if I do, I become an enemy outlined by assumptive invisibility.
You know, I do not understand. How dare I broach the word so boisterously?
I am antagonizing your being.
You, the hero, the center. Me, just a decoy.
I pretended as though I could step into your shoes, but I do not even know your size.
I do not know the steps you’ve taken. The wear you have worn. The pains you’ve endured.
You have earned, while I have been set against you.
I have mocked and made small of you.
I have stood toe to toe, thinking I could.
My callous and cocky approach has demonstrated who I am.
You see the cold of my heart and know I could never feel as you.
I speak, with words dipped in disdain and poisonous intent.
I speak, with merciless means and hateful hope.
I speak, and you see through the facade I believed I had built.
You see the truth for you have always known.
How transparent I am. How simple and insincere.
I should know enough to recognize the power you wield, the sway.
I have none.
I do not speak of others, nor you.
I do not.
Do you.
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