I'd like to say
that
revenge
isn't what
I'm after.
But I'd be
lying if
I told
you so.

So why
am I
here now, standing
straight and tall
before you?
Some
might say
that I have
a twisted sense
of humor.
And maybe
they're right
how would
I know?

I don't
know.
truthfully
honestly
traits hard
to come by
these days
the lies
our society
is built on
layer upon
layer.
It's a
wonder
to
me
that guilt
hasn't made
us implode
with the
shame
secrets
hate
we harbor
for those
would be
friends
fakers
are all around
us.

You lied
to me
left me
on my
own
thought that I
would die.
no
such
luck.

I'm not
sorry
that I'm
not who -
what -
you wanted
that I won't and
will never
take the
fall
for you
and your
pride
will never
ever
forgive
you.

I will
not stop
fighting
can't
stop fighting
because as
much as I
hate
the way our
world
is
run,
I
can't
stop
but wonder,
if you had
ever
cared,
would
those secrets
have
butchered
me alive?