I watch you struggle and grimace in pain. Screech in agony over nothing. Watch you cry out for attention on the social networks. Watch everyone like it and comment begging for an explanation. They holler out loud yelling for all to hear and read. They begin to pity your nothingness issue and soon everyone knows a lie stressed into exaggeration. I try to look through from a different point of view but gag in disgust. Fake fear and tears swell up and your beginning to look like the pimple on my chin. Its there for everyone to see, all I can feel is people trying to pop me to guilt. Throwing lines of pain at me. I don't start fights over a keyboard, thats low and worthless. Words mean nothing, your scared and alone so you feel like you could say anything. Keep yelling and hollering. I will wait till the day you text me personally, call me personally, meet me personally, and finally stand up to the word vomit. Stop the lying and reveal the truth of what happened. It started with you and your big attitude. You say we are just two with a little training wheel. No, nothing of the sort. You transformed yourself into the loose luggage she and I have to carry around. Your like the lost bag that shakes and no one dares to open. You start a fight over nothing throwing innocent people into your witch's caldron. Its hard to sit around and wait for something real to show up on my door step to ask me calmly. I have to push out my annoyance through something other than what you want me to do. You try to manipulate me into thinking that I should fight back over a social network so you can make me look like the bad guy. I hate people who do that for the world to see, for people to only pity. Its pathetic and useless. At least here I write to express emotion, never give out my name for people to come and pity. For people to send me messages apologizing for you. For here I take the crud you make me eat and I use it to create a piece of writing with true emotion. Something your faulting. So now I will stay and wonder for you to ever show up, face and stand up. Let's see how long it takes for you to be brave. Stop your begging, no one cares. They only comment and like to build you up to start something. To start some drama. To begin a new story to flood the books. Only an idiot would post themselves in the fake pain for people to see. Why couldn't you just speak to me before you showed the world the stressed exaggeration. You could've kept yourself hidden till you came to me. However I am thanking you, for hitting me with wonderful inspiration. I feel like it came for good use.