| King of the Mountain |
| I was in the background. The shy girl, unseen. Student of your secrets holding them hostage, for a price. Always your friend, I was the rock you leaned upon, the shoulder that caught your tears. You don't deserve the services I have rendered. You never took the time to discover me never cared enoug to ask my favorite colors. You were oblivious to my intellegence. You'll never be fortunate enough to know me. You ignored me, tossed me aside for your own petty interests. You used me, heartlessly thumbing the buttons of my wireless controller. You abused me, throwing my self-worth through your plate glass words. You read your script, said you could never tolerate a wife-beater. You hate liars, thieves and hypocrites, how shocking. I was the pretty thing by your side, always placed a step behind. Obscure and insignificant. I was the healer, the kisser of boo boos all the while bearing scars from wounds that you inflicted. I was your meal ticket making sure you always had your fill up and I starved for my stupidity. I was your bitch a great ride, the perfect pin-up. Now according to you I am the cunt-whore-slut. Fuck off. I was the best thing that could ever happen to you and you pissed it away. You assumed I'd stay-put, sit, heel like an obedient bitch-pup. You were wrong. You will never amount to anything, forever stuck in your "when I grow up" daydream.You will never be just, you will never fly and you'll damn sure never reach Oz. I am everythign you never bothered to see or look for. I am breaking out of the shell you barred me into. I am King of the Mountain. |