He fell in love with the wrong person

Is what he told me. He didn't mean for it to ruin me me 

But I think,,, we both know that those words make him feel better and not so much me.

Masquerading as some sort of poor woe is me hedonistic narcissist, just so you get to keep tabs and maintain control over me 

Like I'm some fucking kabuki theater puppet and your the man behind the curtain trying to play Truman Show me.

Keep shining me on like I'm some kind genie in a lamp when your just trying to make yourself feel better than you deserve to be. 

Straight pulling strings to make m me dance like a wind sock always telling me what direction like you know what I want, what's best for me. 

You're nothing more than an overbearing wanna be pseudo parent, trying to play me like Jumaji.

Keep your Mrs Robin Doubtfire, driving Ms Crazy bullshit for the next ex you triflin primadonna got me so bored I just wish you'd for real forget me instead of the petty ignoring me. 

Keep your moves for the chess board and the dance floor because your plays are so Whack that you made a mole of me.

Wonder why you have an entire entourage of dedicated groupies just dying to make an effigy of the new Mr. used to be the one that you said you didn't mean to hurt by falling for the wrong love

Wish your looking down your nose snobby ass never darkened my doorstep and cursed me like a Brendan Frasier mummy.

Thought you weren't Mormon, but your more of a Mormon than I'm a moron for falling for someone who knew just how to use me like Texas Instirment to exponentially increase my misery. 

More than words can express the most significant impact you've had was making me spend most of my life trying my best to give the fuck up. 

You'll never feel bad for what made you happy, even at the cost of making me feel like the nightmares in my dreams give me reprieve from the nightmare when I wake which you've afforded me. 

Cheers mate, get your live long and prosper on. I'll be here feeling like I wish I never was like a redheaded foster kid. 

Keep it real with your utopia life of guilt free and remorseless life built on the experiences you plagiarizing from my past and living in the lap of my luxury. 

More disgraceful than Doc Huxtable on an Epstein Island weekend getaway.  Creeps like you deserve a warning label on a billboard. 

Got Chevy Chase counting down the ways you make me want to Man of La Mancha your whole bloodline in a machevellian M. Knight Shamalot twist you never saw coming till it was too late to placate me. 

Guess you don't know what it means to be the target of your disposal and strategic damage control plan to silence me.

You must be half brain dead to thing any of this obscenely effed up tragedy is right because it's all left and I just ain't got nothing left to make you even slightly more human and less like the some emotionless, logic driven couthless robot sent to destroy me. 

Keep your assimilation for someone that gives a flying fuck about the bare minimum of the bottom of the barrel that you so generously do to make sure I cling to the joke of a life designed to just barely support.me. 

Wish I could teach you the golden rule but you can't be taught a concept that goes against your core beliefs and why would you give up what you spent so long planning and waiting for your Pinky plan to bloom into fruition. 

Call me James Cameron cuz I'll go down with the ship while you just keep right on not giving a shit.