kill or be killed

with

skillfully placed
strategic disgrace

that's

kept to yourself
or displaced/dispersed
from pursed lips
disposed of like tiny
strips of paper
on which you've written
every virtue
moral
ethical
code

and simply

tossed

them

away

this

poisoned noise
annoying destroys
my self-awareness
chipping away with the
insults you say
that don't just float over my head
and away
to be heard by another
absorbed like a sponge

you lunge and thrust
your mistrust upon
the easily influenced
construed the wrong way

confused

each day I walk
with a lowered head
a downcast gaze
impossible to see
brighter days with
mirrored shades
like sharpened blades

so in my eyes your words reflect the hurt

because words are knives
and knives end lives


so kill or be killed