Backstabbing

Tell me does it hurt you when I kick you? Cause it hurts me when you stab me in the back.
I’ve put up with your sorry ass for quite some time now. With your talking behind my back, with you badmouthing me.

And it’s a shame really, because you used to be half decent. You actually had potential of becoming a decent human being. And now look at you, trying to make everybody look worse then you. So desperately trying to make yourself look better. Is it integrity you lack, or are you really just that insecure? Tell me, what went wrong?
You used to be fun to be around, you had morals and what not. What happened? Is it because you had a ruff childhood? Did your mom deny you hugs and kisses as a kid?

Honestly I’m dying to know what sorry excuse you came up with in that sick little head of yours to justify your actions. Because I’m sure you have a conscious, at least you used to. But then again, you’ve changed so much so that might have changed too.

And I’m not telling you this, because I hate you, or because I just felt like being harsh to somebody. I’m telling you, because I’m fed up with it. I’m done and I’m not having it anymore. After this, I’m washing my hands of you. I just hope you’ll find a mirror soon enough and realize that you do still have some potential of being half decent.
I just won’t be around to see it happen.

Peace!