Can’t take It Anymore
My patience is running mighty thin.
I am your whipping post again & again.
Drive another nail into my crucifixion.
But, I can’t redeem your sinful affliction.
Your tongue is like a nine pound sledge.
Breaking down my feeble hedge.
Defense mechanisms just won’t do.
When you come slamming your way through.
You leave me laying as a mental wreck.
A shell, my former confidence, a speck.
Destroyed, to never raise again.
Do you feel proud that you always win?
You are a mental vampire.
Making truth into a liar.
You would make even Dracula proud.
Your abilities stand out loud.
Others say “What’s the matter with you?”
“Why are you always acting the fool?”
“Letting her kick your heart around.”
“While you crawl on your belly, like a clown.”
Their observations are all right on.
I have groveled and it is wrong.
Time for me to walk like a man.
I am out of here as fast as I can.—————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)