OBTRECTATION
No man wears grief better than I,
Hides hurt from common view,
slights and barbs show no effect
no doubt, their words are true.
I teach myself to forget.
Learn, to misremember.
Train myself to be tough,
Feed the Savage and starve the tender
Heart which blisters from the past.
To feed the fury,
And revenge at last.
Rejecting offer of Frail amend
To come at last
To chaos end,
My truth is all I have.
I plead for no forgiveness.
I have laid my weapons down
eternal truth shall be my witness.
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