Nothing But A History

Your old tactic is way boring. Building your little army to justify your distorted thoughts against me. Gaining their loyalty by cackling more than like a hen. Oh well…you’ve done that before. It’s no longer surprising. I am staying put, crossing my arms, watch your pathetic ways and continue to be civil. I am hurting yes. 

A woman of emotionality normally feels this way. Sometimes I’d imagine sending you that ‘hate note’ I wrote. Or grab your ear and scream at your face. Other times I’d catch myself thinking how you would react if I throw my shoe at your forehead the moment you get in. But of course, I shrugged those off right away. I spent half of my life being mean and rude and sarcastic. Not to mention verbally abusive. I can compose beautiful cursing statement that will break your bones. 

But then, I choose not to do that anymore. There is this promise I made between myself and Him. I intend to keep that promise. Our world maybe too crowded, but HE can see us through. In the end, we will all be held liable for our actions.

 For that, I rest my case. ;)