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Thief

How can you do that,
Not to me; but you?
Selfish grabbing,
Robbing and vile,
Darkness from you.
Receiving parceled out agony;
Special, all just for me.
From the very one
Who should have insight; some style.
Stolen from me go's
Way beyond the drugs you robbed.
While tears of pain
Were dripping down
My anguished faces part.
Your selfish filth I cannot bare;
Your ignorant, disgusting lack of care.
Wrapped it in your thieving cloth,
So I would not on that day know
What pilfering you had stole.
I am in torturous pain, again and again;
Agonizing pain is mine until my end.
Pain that would make you cry like a baby;
You little thieving snot.
To know how I live each day,
For you to see my agony,
My vomit coupled with
Forever chronic pain,
And then to rob what I need,
What I need to live my life.
And every single day.
So caught up you self-centered theft
That you did not even care
What ramifications your filth has smeared.
What you've done is much more
Than just a harsh punch to my face.
You didn't care of the results,
While your little mind
Was engaged in thievery.
To me, the one who should never see
Your thieving hands un-noble deeds;
Your father would be sick to see.
In your gross selfish manner,
You did not even care to know
That your actions slash
Against the soul.
You think I do not know?
You think you out foxed me,
One of your ignorant foes?
That stinking badge is yours
Always to wear now on your sleeve.
Did you get yourself stoned,
Like a filthy little drone?
Or sell it for un-needed dollars?
Greed you live with all alone.
I smell the stench of your badge.
Now as my days of pain unfold,
One after another, after another;
Each past the other.
Remember the cost;
Forever that stinking badge
On your arm will show.
Was it worth it?
Do you know?