interloper

The logic had faded
When I felt degraded
Beneath my hollow skin
I crave a shallow win, and
There are buried glass shards
And thoughts shuffle like cards

I had established an
Honest platform to vent
I discovered I can
Straighten out what I've bent
I thought that I had found
Real purpose in my life
The interloper's bound
To create blatant strife
Throughout a six-month ordeal
Of feeling like nothing's real
And the pitch black darkness
With the cloud of starkness

Being stripped of what made
You feel an ounce of worth
The light shifts into shade-
Filled, curses of sheer earth
The crisp reality
Of the epiphany
Of sharp comprehension
Of the true distinction
Between lonely and alone
Is far beyond my comfort zone

My wisdom was jaded
When he infiltrated
He hated to see me win
He knew my pride was thin, and
With blatant disregard
He left my image scarred

The forceful cynic planned
To further my descent
To steal all of my land
Hone in on my lament
And with no one around
He gripped onto that knife
The interloper's pound
Had an impact so rife
He tried his best to conceal
That all he wanted to steal
Was a sense of his hardness
And chose me as a target

Who could've guessed that the
Perpetrator would be
This kid in my city
Who went to school with me
And that due to society's
Inherent misogyny
The young boy's reputation
Despite no litigation
Will always take priority

That piece of shit narcissist
Who crushed all of my hope
Caused my mental untwist
Pushed me off the tightrope

Despite the constant evidence
Of flagrant crime presented
And the length, and the precedence
Of a young girl, tormented

The boy who caused the storm
Shifting sunshine to rain
Served me on a platform
Insurmountable pain
The boy whose clear motive
Was none other than envy
Was clearly emotive
But lacked morality

Sociopath gaslit
And refused to show it
The police buy that shit
So just he got away
Without a mark or scratch
Just roaming in the day
While I sit and detach

Being stripped of what made
You feel an ounce of worth
The light shifts into shade-
Filled, curses of sheer earth
But he could guarantee
Of his epiphany
Of sharp comprehension
Of the true distinction
Between knowing you're unknown
And knowing you're the epigone