It's Not Over Yet

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It's Not Over Yet

OK, I’m only going to say this once so listen closely,

For once please stray from the crowd,

For once please hear me out,

You think I’m like a tiger, waiting to pounce,

Waiting to bring you down,

But please just listen to me,

Step off your throne,

Take off your crown.

 

Can you go back,

Remember those days I called you my friend,

Remember those rules,

Together we would bend,

Remember when in our friendship,

We would see no end.

 

Now please think, please listen,

I am not that much below you,

Maybe it’s because you have your high horse,

And I have but the ground,

But I am rising faster than ever,

And soon I will soar over you,

Soon, I will be better,

Soon, I will be greater,

But still I would never be a hater on you.

 

Remember when I met new people,

I introduced them all to you,

Remember how I praised you,

Remember how I was proud of you,

Now remember how you ignored me,

Said I bored you,

Remember how you said my jokes were lame,

When you were cracking up inside.

 

Well, It’s OK, I’m all over that,

I just came to ask you one thing,

Could you please pull out all those daggers,

You stabbed in my back.

 

But still, I’m not going to be mean,

With you again I will never be seen,

So let’s settle this now,

Your conscience doesn’t die,

I don’t know how,

Why are you hesitating now,

I know it hurts to pull out those daggers,

But don’t worry,

It hurt much more,

When you shot them at me.

 

Beautiful daggers they are,

Embedded with gold and shining stars,

But I’m not going to keep them, no,

They’re going back to you,

Every. Single. One.

 

Now go back to your castle,

I know dealing with me,

Is too much of a hassle,

But don’t rest long,

You know what you did was wrong,

You know I’ll be coming back,

I will never forget.

 

For when I succeed,

I will be towers over you,

You will be beneath begging for a chance,

Oh look!

The tables have turned,

The fire of my feelings toward you,

Has long since burned.

 

Why don’t you think about this,

One more time,

About how you made me suffer,

And pushed me down,

Well, look,

It’s not over yet,

And it’s my turn now.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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