You don’t know of my pain,
So allow me to personify it.
Here’s your introduction.
This is Mr. Hassle,
He’s insufferable, a real pain.
He doesn’t understand the simple phrase
“No means no”.
He doesn’t care and lacks respect.
He was a former friend.
And now to him I am a foe,
All because I said no.
Not even that stopped him,
For he undermines and uses the crowd against me,
The labels given to me out of spite;
Mr. Hassle is no company to keep.
Meet this Janus- faced girl,
Yes she is young, but she’s learnt the ways
To be Machiavellian.
She was disliked by all, except for me.
I saw the good and so
Became the friend.
I endured the abuse and always made an excuse for her
Until I reached my summit.
I was hurt and I imploded.
This Janus and Mr Hassle are good friends,
They are alliances,
Along with Mr Disillusion.
The mistake was I liked Mr Disillusion,
He was kind,
He was handsome,
He was sweet,
But he’s becoming of his name.
He was a disillusion.
He said and did things
And now the Janus girl and Mr Disillusion have become quite the pair.
And the three of them have conjoined
And lavished me with their hate.
I am not broken.
And like a phoenix,
I shall rise from the burning flames.
I will soar.
Yes, I was hurt
But there’s so many reasons to smile
So, “No” I shall say again to you Mr Hassle,
And I will say to you, Mr Disillusion
And to the Janus girl,
No, you shall not break me,
You shall not rob from me
For I shall lock the gates
And if you invade,
Look at the sign.
© 2017 Kristen Deukett. Your Abditory Blog