you can complain when i have seemingly written about you you squeal when i express how i truly feel but your own writing you immature statements with criticism bred which reflect back or show how you are ill fed they, the writings never stop constantly set out to reinforce your image of me i must fit the criteria that is the nature of the - spiralling anxiety and hysteria it is similar phrases words and sentences badly glued together a mantra you chant it seems, forever... so i am surprised, because you continue to write telling me who i am mocking my relationships have you got a dictionary look up the word hypocrite
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 