Tyranny, poem by MwsR

 

Tyranny comes to mind, when I think of you

I know I probably should try to avoid thinking that way

But with you around and in facets of my life it is something I can say.

If I try to work out for myself, a way

You try to beat me to it, always

If I try to start something first,

You would think your insides were going to burst.

Always, no matter what

You want me to be in second not the first spot.

Always trying to appear the one with a heart

The one that is in emotions over her head, the first to start.

I have been the one in the shadows trying to actually be the “cart”

The one who can carry the others, you see

Not just concerned about “little Ole me”

This is such a terrible spot I find myself in

One where tyranny runs rampant with you

One where you are the only one who ever gets the blues

Where all in your world better pay attention and grovel at your feet

Because, for  an unknown reason, out of all of us, you are one who is “sweet”

Hardly, not true, and deceitful you are.

Feeding on the affection of others, who have their share of scars.

Gosh, if I could make you appear as you really are,

You would be alone in your tyranny of other’s hearts.