You again (Prose/Poem)

I can't help but notice you and your friends creating preemptive excuses for your behavior before we even have a chance to speak about this.

I don't know what to say anymore.

It's like with every passive aggressive clipping or speech that is uttered by you and your posse, I want to speak with you about your behavior less and less.

(I would rather just shut you out.)

And YES, they are just excuses. Excuses winding around me with little pieces of thread attempting to capture me in ideas, ideas I will not accept.

(I will not be trained.)

You cannot convince me that being manipulative, controlling, victimizing yourself and blowing up over the little things has a good excuse.

I don't know what to say anymore.

It's like you're trying to train my mind to feel less bad about these behaviors.

(Gas lighting.)

I don't know what to say anymore.

It's almost as if you are using the same techniques that I take issue with. Funny.

I don't know what to do anymore.

But it's okay, poison, when taken correctly can reap benefits. It provides immunity to the poison itself. It will be okay, it will be alright.

And yet, I know what I want to do.