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Karma

Sometimes I am mean
I mean really and
Remarkably cruel
Harsh words fall from my tongue
And slash your face
Into a bloodied mass
Of shame

Sometimes I don’t care
What others think of me
I say exactly what I think
Feel
Express all I believe

Sometimes I ignore you
Pretend you don’t exist
See your blank expressions
Hands upon your hips
Your silent tears caused by
My rejection
Which remind me that

Sometimes I string you along
Include you for my own laughter
Give you a false labile
Then pull the earth from beneath your feet
Inducing emotions bittersweet

Sometimes I forget how I got this way
Then I remember
You treated me the same

Sometimes I accept as true
That karma did come back
To you





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