Don’t ever take my silence as ignorance
I am always far too aware for my own good
My senses too sharp, too intuitive
Acutely in-tuned with what goes on behind my back
Go on, play the victim
I will turn a blind eye
Until one day, my patience runs dry
Then you will feel the full wrath of my fury
From all the times you kicked me down with no remorse, only cruelty,
when I was already in a boundless abyss
So when that day arrives
Don’t blame me for the nonchalance and lack of regard
When you receive my reciprocation in-kind
