You are the pit stain on society
Your existence is what breeds my distain
For years I justified you
Testified for you
Loved you
Gave my life for you
This is letting go
Ridding myself of the scab that you created
Not once, but twice
Freeing my mind from the crippling pain
You are the problem with society
You are the constant strain
You are hate
Everything within your soul
Hatred bleeds from every pore, every orifice
I don’t hate you
That would be too much for you
That much effort
That much energy
You are unworthy
You are destined to circle the black pit of loneliness
To live a destitute existence
You are misery
And that is what you deserve
I hope you know what you have done
I want you to see what you have caused
I thank you
For you have made me a better person
A stronger man
I will no longer let myself be abused
I will no longer let myself be lied to
Thank you
For treating me like shit
Thank you
-B. C. Werner
Whitesmoke Waterflower 