Karma Is a Bitch
What comes back challenge
All you did was talk shit.
You took my name and ran it through the mud,
then the compactor,
then the shredder,
then dried it out,
then took all the pieces and burned them.
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And for what?
To maintain the illusion that you were completely innocent?
How long did you think it would last?
People aren’t geniuses, but they’re not stupid.
Did you think they wouldn’t see the truth?
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Not the truth about me—
You made sure of that.
The truth about you.
You are fucking nuts!
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That’s why I left—
not because there was something broken in me.
That’s a given, and I don’t hide it.
I use it to make art.
You display your fake pain for sympathy.
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You are delusional.
You are a liar.
You are a narcissist.
You are an abuser playing the victim.
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They see it now.
You can’t hide that level of crazy with lies.
You wanted them to feel bad for you,
but now they feel bad for themselves.
They are stuck with you,
and your misery craves company.
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You are the only one who wants to be miserable.
Healthy people want to be happy.
I left them happy, then disappeared.
You keep showing up to complain.
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Move on.
I have.
I’m never coming back.
Be like me.
I’m a good person.
You are not.
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Imagine hating me while I’m living my best life.
But you…
you got what you wanted—
to be miserable.
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Thanks for forcing me to facilitate that for you.
That was real special for me
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And Karma…
Well, unlike me, she is a bitch.
And she is back!
Her and me?
We’re good.
Tell her I say hello
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About the Creator
Jesse Lee
Poems and essays about faith, failure, love, and whatever’s still twitching after the dust settles. Dark humor, emotional shrapnel, occasional clarity, always painfully honest.
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Comments (2)
I could have this and in a sense have written many similar pieces. I love it. Sadly, I can relate. These lines "there was something broken in me. That’s a given, and I don’t hide it.I use it to make art." describe me to a tee.
Love this! They ALWAYS do that. I don't like a person that can't take accountability specifically because this is what I see in them. Love your piece!