And just for thought...
You cackle, scrunching your face in delicious laughter,
while my fists shake, tempted to smack away that grimace.
Building yourself up means taking me down
but all you end up with is a stuck face, unable to wash it off.
You judge and you probe and you insult,
all the while thinking your company enjoys your chatter.
The stars will never shine on the likes of you.
Filling up yourself with hot air so quickly means you will dwindle swiftly.
Taking joy from others' insecurities means you have no joy of your own.
A sad life you will lead and who will be laughing then?
You will reach out and wonder why no one grabs hold.
You burn too many bridges and why no one throws a rope.
I wanted to tell you go to hell but I knew better.
The best way to sever your impact is to pay no attention at all.
You keep cackling, laughing your heartless laugh,
finding in the end you've lost your entire audience.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.