interloper

the logic had faded
when i felt degraded,
beneath my hollow skin,
i crave a shallow win, and
there are buried glass shards,
and thoughts shuffle like cards

i had established an
honest platform to vent,
i discovered i can
straighten out what i’ve bent,
i thought that i had found
real purpose in my life,
the interloper’s bound
to create blatant strife,
throughout a six-month ordeal
of feeling like nothing’s real,
and the pitch black darkness,
with the cloud of starkness,

being stripped of what made
you feel an ounce of worth;
the light shifts into shade-
filled, curses of sheer earth;
the crisp reality
of the epiphany
of sharp comprehension
of the true distinction
between lonely and alone;
is far beyond my comfort zone;

my wisdom was jaded
when he infiltrated,
he hated to see me win,
he knew my pride was thin, and
with blatant disregard,
he left my image scarred

the forceful cynic planned
to further my descent,
to steal all of my land,
hone in on my lament,
and with no one around
he gripped onto that knife,
the interloper’s pound
had an impact so rife;
he tried his best to conceal,
that all he wanted to steal,
was a sense of his hardness;
and chose me as a target;

being stripped of what made
you feel an ounce of worth;
the light shifts into shade-
filled, curses of sheer earth;
but he could guarantee,
he would not get past me,
his jealous pretension,
and vain condescension,
would soon bear my hostile tone,
my words sink deep in each bone,

who could’ve guessed that the
perpetrator would be;
this kid in my city;
who went to school with me;
and that due to society’s
inherent misogyny;
the young boy’s reputation;
despite no litigation;
will always take priority;

that piece of shit narcissist,
who crushed all of my hope;
caused my mental untwist,
pushed me off the tightrope;

despite the constant evidence
of flagrant crime presented;
and the length, and the precedence;
of a young girl, tormented;

the boy who caused the storm,
shifting sunshine to rain;
served me on a platform;
insurmountable pain;
the boy whose clear motive,
was none other than envy;
was clearly emotive,
but lacked morality,

sociopath gaslit,
and refused to show it,
the police buy that shit,
so just he got away,
without a mark or scratch;
just roaming in the day;
while i sit and detach;

being stripped of what made
you feel an ounce of worth;
the light shifts into shade-
filled, curses of sheer earth;
but he could guarantee
of his epiphany
of sharp comprehension
of the true distinction
between knowing you’re unknown,
and
knowing you’re the epigone.