Thief of my peace
Hello, thief of peace. You’re a minefield for sensitive hearts.
A show-off, a self-proclaimed champion, spending not only your money but everyone else’s too.
You look charming, but your logic is a mirage. If there were an award for being the biggest disaster, you’d win gold.
You stand proudly on the podium of disappointment local, national, emotional.
People call you a heartthrob, but you’re an emotional terrorist, the kind of chaos no one trusts. A fragile pearl that needs warning labels.
You act like the center of the world, as if nothing else matters.
You go to therapy, to psychologists and psychiatrists, but what’s the point when you lie more than you speak?
They’ll build a statue for you a monument to dishonesty.
I don’t pity you. Anyone who stays with you gets drained. You invite yourself everywhere, live off others, borrow and never return.
You’re a walking red flag, a loose cannon that’s your specialty.
Loyalty and faithfulness are languages you’ll never learn.
When help is needed, you disappear.
And still local disappointment, national heartthrob, emotional disaster, a pearl no one trusts.
Handle with extreme care.
-------Bithi<3
