That Was Then

You don't like it when I'm right

Your exasperation is intense

My behavior scintillates a fire 

And rage will then commence

Your words chewed my soul and spit my spirit out

You feel your highest when I hit my low

But in your trap is where I fell

Because I consecrated your name at "hello"

My conscious is Troy

and your words are simply the horse

Persuade and then invade:

suffering is your endorse

Dazed and indoctrinated

My oblivion is the key

After your brainwashing and abuse

There is no touch with reality

And though I feel the ice

when I gaze into your eyes

a revalation occurs:

the clock ticks - despite the theatrics and lies 

What has transpired microscopically

strengthened me galatically 

allowing for redemption

and a war fought pragmatically

I will not forgive nor forget

for these words are my own

Credit is collected where it is due;

I am not your clone