who is whom

who is whom, indeed.

a name was needed

for the insulting ambiguity

the mockery and glares

and the compliments that tear

or when i find myself posterior

to anecdotal jokes and laughs

being stabbed in the back

be sure i notice all those jabs

amongst the pointed fingers and eyes

so i give them back two of mine

but then i am the bad guy

i am the antagonist

i can accept it as what it is

and i would rather live

even if it is hated

it's better than ashamed

cause i forgive mistakes i made

to cope with a wicked world

even the ones that nobody knows.

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but who cares?

who cares.

i do too.