I'll be here waiting when you realize you're the problem.
When will you get it?
Your heart is an uninhabitable environment, leaking toxic fumes onto everyone else who dares to breathe them in.
You'll bump past my shoulder in the halls, soon the day when you come crawling back at my feet.
I'd let you claw and scrape until you ruin my shoes, and still I wouldn't look down.
When will the day your influence destroys everyone you love come?
Your fits of hate and rage never seem to last very long, and then there I am, always here when you realize that you're the problem again.
When will your mistakes come catching up to cross the finish line before you?
One day, you won't realize, and that will be the day I lose you, and you'll lose yourself.

© Junemousonae