Great Expectations

I’m done with your bullshit

Every absolute you turned your back on

Every friend you cussed out

Do you hear yourself

Do you fear for your health

Every single moment

I spend around you takes a year off of my life

Do you fear for yourself

Second guessing your health

Spilling with vitriol

Making me feel small

Verbally critical

Yet hypocritical

So high on your pedestal

You could have just wished us well

But that’s not the story you tell

I know you hate me

So you can’t be free

You couldn’t look internally

So you trash us endlessly

I’d tread more carefully

It’s okay to hate me

It’s yourself you flee

Spilling with vitriol

Making me feel small

Verbally critical

Yet hypocritical