Ready or not, here I come.

You’re playing the game you know best
Pretending that you’re innocent

As you send out tasks and words that creep
They cut through my skin and crawl.

& You’re waiting for me to react
To cry out and point my finger

Only for you to shrug your shoulders
& bat your baby eyes,
To make it look like you’re innocent
& I’m just the bitch against you

You’re cleaver, I’ll give you that
But guess what?

You may manipulate and take what you want,
But I will not break to look like the bad person here

You think you’ve set me up to loose?
You’re wrong.

I know how to play this game
You’re in for a mighty surprise.
You’ve taught me well, master.
This young padawan is ready.

Bring it on.