Self Indulgent Tantrum

Who you say you are is not who I've come to see,

But you'll deny what's in the mirror,

And deflect that it is really only me.

You walk into the story more than halfway through,

Refuse to rewind to the beginning,

And I'm left with a guilty verdict in misjudgment by you. 

You'll gather a few of your self indulgent people,

Decide you can bully through unjust authority,

And all your fabricated lies to them you'll feed.

So I'll change the outcome of these scenes,

Since you only seem to thrive on causing trouble,

Because the end should certainly justify the means.

05.11.16
©Kerri L. Stanley

Game Over

This strategy you have mastered,
It suits you well.
But at the end of the day
What do you see when you close your eyes?
And does genuine pride fill your heart?
Can you have an end to something that had no real beginning,
Something that was conceived and nourished as a lie?
You are no better than a thief
Who takes what isn't yours,
Violating the trust you demand of them,
These golden boys you treat like puppets
Until they figure it out and play you at your own game.
But by then, it's too late,
Their questions will keep, as the truth fades with yesterday.
They are the real winners, and they will hold themselves up
Standing together alone and with private pride
And the memories they will save will be the heritage they
Mapped with honor and humility you never taught them
For being blind to your false ego, cold heart, and own deceit.
It suits you well,
This strategy you have mastered.
Game over.

11.11.15
©Kerri L. Stanley