I wash my hand of you!

Trying to hard is a dangerous thing.

Like a stab in the back you just cannot win.

You may look your best for the camera’s eye.

But yet inside what we see is a lie.

Your crumbling from inside.

Things you told them, you lied you lied.

Prancing around like the belle of the ball.

Hearing your name that echoing call.

To me you’re a fake I see right through you.

So what you going to do?

So you’re the one that looks down at me.

Yet in three of four years you’re the same as me.

Yes I have done things that aren’t what they judge.

But when does a person to fit into one sized gloves?

Everyone life is a path of discovery.

You thought once you were above me.

But now look at you your simply below.

I have a career, solid, path a line.

There you are laughing like your fine.

You’re stuck in life like a reel going round.

Hearing the same old line the same old sound.

Here I am furthering my life.

While your someone’s skivvy they call there wife!

Enjoy your pathetic existence you call a life.

Since this is my last acknowledgment of you in my life!

Author's Note

I do have dyslexia so please be kind thanks x