The Inconsiderate
The self centered, liars, thieves and addicts
Everyone's story is the same kind of tragic
Always an excuse for the action
but never ownership of blatant inaction
"Move out of the way, I'm doing my own"
The world revolves around one, who rots to the bone?
This world revolves around those who care not about others,
who go about and disregard the love that's smothered?
Who are they to toy with ones emotions
Broken hearts and broken hands
Bonds tied and doors slammed
All reactions of a disregarded notion
Wave the finger at those who care
Those who mind and those who bare
The atlas weight of another beings feelings
All in control without the true cause of needing
And in the end it's really in their hands
The hands of the broken, ignorant and damned
Do your emotions deserve to be butchered
By the unsaid or inaction of some character who's not in your future?
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