You have proven to be,
No different,
No different from that,
Which you have,
Conjured so much hatred toward.
The lies,
The falsities,
The ill representation,
That was once spread about one,
Are the vary same kind,
You speak of another.
Doing the vary thing,
You so despised,
Doing the vary thing,
Which you fought against,
Doing the same thing,
You claimed never too do,
The same unjustice.
Acting in the same way,
Your enemy once did.
Difference is,
We knew,
I knew,
Who and what,
It was.
For they made it own,
Whereas you hide,
Behind a false image,
Creeping from behind,
And hitting it,
Hitting it where it hurts most.
Claiming to want more,
Yet unwilling to do the work,
For you are no different.
And rather than,
Learning from that which has been done,
You have learnt to continue,
Continue along the same path,
That is,
You have learnt how to do,
Do that which has been done to you,
That which you so desperately fight against.
So,
I bow,
I bow in your deception,
Of that which you hold true,
Or should I say,
That which you claim to hold true,
For you are no different,
No different than the enemy you face.
Doing the same acts toward one,
As they have done to another.
An act which you disapproved,
Yet embody,
For you embody the vary the being of your enemy’s existence,
Illustrating just how easy it is to turn,
Yet wondering why it is they have turned.
Such irony.
For you have done vary thing done to one,
Which you fought against for another.
So I thank you,
Thank you for showing me,
Proving that the only one I have,
Is me.
For I once thought I had you,
But now I know,
I only have me.
It’s a full circle.
A plot twist,
One I never saw coming.