I watch your eyeballs bounce.
Do I scare you?
I should.
You have made me a cannon.
When I go off it won't be good.
You know this,
yet you push.
Changing direction now,
you were never worth the ammo.
I cement this cannon shut.
No longer will I aim to destroy.
I planted a garden in your name.
Not because you are worth it,
but because I am aiming high now.
I am better without knowing it.
I never had to tell you
because you knew this all along.
Hate yourself instead.
I never stepped in your way
as you did with me.
Remember that.
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