Like a storm on fire

one day I will burn through everything.
So listen.

There will be no damage control because I'll make it impossible to manage
I'll keep laying on the carnage.
I'll sweep through everything and leave only dust in it's wake
Your apologies you make
Are pretty empty 

Like an earthquake
I will break your ground and split it, leave mountains from my stride
Cut through boundaries, smack you in your blind side
Shake your foundations till they break
And if I don't, I'll drag you down into a lake
suffocate you,

it'll be so easy. And it should be.
Because I'm tired of being abused and used
for solidarity, I'm not a concept, I'm a person
And you should take time consider you're a worse one

As your consolidate your power over tea and cake
with fake
tears to remind them you're the purest of us all
best in intention
except I have the screenshots to prove you're practically a demon in size 38,
podiatrist approved shoes.

I am tired, I grew tired long ago but complacency of security had
leeched into my soul and I
held it thinking it was all for the best
but like the trash
you're really no better than the rest

I tire of talk and tire of being fake
I am real I am human I am not a fresh face
I am jaded, bar faded
and I want a moment for you to understand
that your shit comments really do take the cake

You can take
Your justified reaction
and put it up somewhere where there'll be satisfaction-
probably up some place where the sun don't shine
I know it hurts
but you'll probably be fine

So you're a pittance, your existence is a sin
and it's pretty much the same for anyone you align with.

And I am done, I am lost not found
But by choice.
At least I'm on solid ground.