A Poem Where I Am Not The Victim

I will not be nice to you.
I will tear you to shreds.
I will make your flaws known;
Every
Single
One.
All in my compulsive strive for human perfection.

Your mind will become an unraveling ball of yarn that can no longer be sewn into beautiful things.
All because of me.

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