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An Open Letter to the Narcissists who Ruined my Life I hope all of you will at some point see this, I hope somehow you will hear what I never had the chance to say. I understand why you did what you did. Truly, I do. But that doesn't change things. What you did, was unfair what you did, was unjust I was undeserving. I was kind to you. I loved you all. But each of one of you in turn discarded me, cast me aside like you've done so many others because you had no more use for me, because you wanted to feel someone else's kindness stroke your arrogance and placate your insecurities, because you were bored of me. You put up the façade that you sought greener pastures when all you wanted was to sample different platitudes from a different tongue as it fellates your turgid ego. Well, you know what? I hope you are happy. Truly, I do. I hope that the hardships you said you faced, where you always painted yourself the oh-so innocent victim, with that veneer of pristine, virginal innocence; I hope all those traumas fade in to the dust and you can let go, and be happy. But I would be lying if I said that this well-wishing isn't poisoned by the slightest hint of hatred. I would be lying if I said was wasn't fighting back the rabid desire for schadenfreude, the gleeful manic craving to see you make the same mistakes, see you trip on your hubris over and over while you remain blinded by your pathetic self-importance, I would lying if I didn't admit that the darkest, cruellest part of me hopes that Karma FUCKS you because it's what you deserve! But no... now is not the time for anger, because you are not worthy of it. I have devoted too much time to pointless resentment when all I really want is to be rid of you. So have a happy life. Maybe you'll grow. Maybe you'll learn to be kind in spite of yourself. It doesn't matter, I can't bring myself to truly care any more. You lost the right to my kindness so very long ago when you showed your true colours. So go and find happiness the way I am finding mine. I wanted to help you on the way but now? I couldn't give a shit so go live your life because I don't want to be part of your story and I don't need you in mine. (Nb: This poem originally contained the Given Names of certain individuals who have wronged me and caused me severe psychological trauma and distress in the past. To avoid litigation, these names have since been removed in the editing process. My only regret is that the specific people that this poem was directed at will remain ignorant – or in denial – that this really is about them.) A powerful poem by a Michael, a friend of a friend. My favorite line ? “now is not the time for anger, because you are not worthy of it.”

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