Your words are quite amusing,

I see them everyday.

Especially your weaknesses,

you so easily give away.

Go ahead and block me,

turn on your deaf ears.

I'll sit back and watch,

and look away from the wasted years.

Give yourself the final word,

hide from me again.

I'm not bothered of your insulting,

I'll be victorious in the end.

Call me oh so righteous,

why should I take that so bad?

Say I'm something everyone fears,

or is everyone the feeling you had?

Make all of your assumptions,

think as ill of me as you please.

Because when I watch you deteriorate,

it puts my mind at ease.