I Reject

I Reject I reject you I Reject your decision to fight and avoid the little white lies that ice the cake that I never liked to taste I like chocolate I reject your convoluted ideals that always end with chewing others up and spitting them out, just as one does with the fruitless pit. It’s hard, useless, waste I reject your contaminated thought process. You know, where you place yourself upon the pedestal of importance and self-righteousness, above all others, and us, worthless insects, are just insignificant afterthought I reject your reality, substituting my own truth and dreams over your misconceptions. You break I fix. You destroy I replace. You delete I create. You distort all reality making It unrecognizable forevermore, I can see my house from here. I reject your strut, that swagger of defiance. Your barbaric Yawp of importance and untouchability. That proclamation of stepping that just taunts, “world, look at me and just see, no, realize, your place.” I reject your standards of “cool:” Fancy hair, expensive attire, and the persona of a self-proclaimed diety. You can keep the gold-plated throne, your shrine of snobbery, the gathering place your cronies congregate to worship and cry out in joy over the blessed imprintation of a step you once took. The “temple of me” (hand motion) as you know it I reject you. You rejected me, so only fair. You, Juliet to my Romeo, the Isolde to my Tristan, the Catherine to my Heathcliff. Example of perfection in form, personality, and physique. Or so I thought. You laughed at my face. Sure behind closed doors and closed shades, I am your confidant. Safe of concrete and adamantium for secrets, scars, and the life you keep hidden away from the world. You broke the concealed contraband and hid it within your journal and shoved it in my ever enthusiastically hear, awaiting the chance to listen, to help, to matter. I was your dirty secret. Your concealed servant. Your hidden treasure. I was good enough, as long as I stayed nonexistent apart from convenience. But my great sin, unforgivable wrongdoing. I attempted to approach you in the,, the,, the open! In *GASP* PUBLIC. In front of, my god, OTHERS! So Cast out I was, flung away. Carted out of sight with the rest of the garbage. So I say,,, Frick you. ,….. but sadly, I pity you. Because I know you, I trusted you…. I love you. Why betray me? Why betray the one who knew what you actually were. The one who saw the words carved into flesh, who saw the bare and unprotected rib-cage. The one who cursed every tear shed from the shattered oceans that, to others leaked sunshine and tranquility. Why betray the only real friend who cared about you? The real you, below the makeup, the silicon, the imperfections, and the lies. Why betray me? But now its too late, because now it’s my turn to reject you.