The words in my head are too hard to express,

Is that another problem you refuse to address?

Political powers you say are corrupt,

But your ways in turn seem equally unjust.

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You say,

By now, everything's a cliche,

Now let me ask you,

Does that mean you are too?

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You flaunt your achievements around to others,

And those you helped you, you bury in a shroud.

You never give a thought to those who care,

Maybe it's time I should make you aware.

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You boast and you smile,

And say that I'm not worthwhile.

You giggle and you share,

But why, with me, you don't care?

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Whenever you steal my idea,

You flash your smile, like it's a panacea.

And give a hundred excuses,

Hoping that everyone else, you seduce.

And when others give you a good review,

All you reply is 'thank you'.

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Perhaps it's the fact you don't realise what I give,

Until you fall and collapse and I don't forgive.

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Don't worry, continue your ways, my friend,

For I have countless ways to make it end...