To The Backstabber,

You complain

Of your aches

You complain

Of your bruises

But still

You do nothing

But abuse it

You find a way

To create misery

Everywhere you go

It's not problem for you

It's ineveitably true

The pain you cause

Isn't only affecting you

You're selfish and arrogant 

Your words go off like gunfire

Without the tact to take them back

A shot in the night

Wont return

A flame to skin

Will only burn

There's  not a knife

You can stab into my back

Not a strife

I've yet to taste

Take it on

Throw it all away

After all

This is a waste

Reviews

[eatmills]

Nice job. Loved the metaphors and attack of it. Oh wait, still love them.