Cruelty

Cruelty. Don’t talk to me about cruelty or what I am capable of
For cruelty cannot read between the lines of my fate, but only of my wrong doings
And faith had not one bit of cruelty but happiness and motivation of what is right
To be right isn’t to be cruel
Cruel an overrule when matters become strictly about you
Then it becomes strictly rude and you have no cover up your completely nude
Cruelty is not a reality, but the reality is cruelty makes you mad to be you
And you have no possible intention of changing you and your cruelty
You live in such fluently
So purposely you throw your every inch of dignity away
For I will always stay in my self-motivation with no imitations
If you feel as cruelty was me then that was my cover up for my capabilities
If you believe my capabilities were to be cruel…
Then you should be ashamed to be you and bleed apologies
And cry out dishonor
And break your bones of disgust
And wash your mouth of terror with soap
And just go where thoughts of cruelty are fully accepted
And again be ashamed of what you’ve blamed me to be
For I was never capable of such cruelty