They say that I am weak.
They say that I am full of lies.
They say for me to stop filling their heads with lies.
They say that I am a pathetic maggot.
They say that I was not strong enough for the truth of how things truly are.
They say I am not worthy.
They are angry with me even though all I did was love them.
They are mad at me because I refused them.
They look at me like I am a disease and call me a Jesus-freak.
They tell me lies to my face and then behind my back they whisper.
They want to tear me down.
They say they loved me.
They say that they will never leave me.
They say that men can answer questions.
They say that women are the only answer.
They say that sex is stress-relief.
They say that everyone is anonymous and unaccountable.
They say that I am useless now.
...They say that I lost my power.
They say they were the sources for my vision, my truth, my love, my soul.
They tell others that I am wasteful, that I never appreciated them.
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They remind me of how angry I was.
They rekindle the anger inside.
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It's hard to keep the Peace alive when you have the very people you love turn against you... Becoming your "enemy" as they would precisely say.
These are not the only ones to bear.
It's not the people you love who say they are your enemy that you have trouble with.
It's the people who believe I am their enemy and smile to my face, letting me believe all the lies you are forking out through your forked tongue.
So which is it...
Friend? Or Foe?
Life? Or Death?
They say that I am no longer a part of them.
They say that I will burn, and that they have frozen me from them like you freeze a wart.
They make me close my eyes and wish that I had never been born.
"It's hard to keep the faith alive day to day" -- Skillet
But if they say all those things... Then am I not on the right track?
