I Tried Believing In You When I Was Small…But I Grew Up To See Your Lies Fall by Paul Tristram

Every word, phrase or saying
that ever came out of that cruel mouth with rotten teeth
was clichéd crap, bullshit or half-truths.
You spoke from a high throne of nothingness.
No one ever respected you or wanted you around, clown.
The proudest moment in your pathetic intellect-stunted life,
the dizzying heights of success that you were able
to laughingly achieve was to become just a runner-up
at your chosen profession.
You despised me because you saw in me
that which you could never hope to be,
the things which you were cheated from at birth;
Bravery, Originality, Style, Class,
Sincerity, Honour
and the full potential
to be successful
and not just to achieve my goals
but to actually outdo them.

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet. You can read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
You can read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

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