unforgiving bones

the time spent in blood-curdling frustration trying to wrap my head around all the disappointment was enough for me to realize the only way to suffice through the days i have to see your face is to not see your face at all. i will look past you in the same way a child is told to when they see an unfamiliar face coming towards them with intentions not visible to the naked eye. i will acknowlege you in glares that will pierce through your pale white skin in an unforgiving fashion with rays of radiation lighting up the darkest space inside yourself you call a conscience my god, what a poor excuse that is. i dont mean to be unkind or rude but its just the things you do. you get underneath my skin in more ways than one and my patience is no force to be reckon with. my mother always told me its better to let things go but im past not taking the things you have done personal we're on a whole new level of spite and i could go at it all night if i wanted to because i have done all the forgiving that my body has allowed me to do. so if they still feel that its right to take her side and attack me i have my own reasons for the way i am acting.