Poetry & Self-Awareness

I was minding my business when you came
I was worried about myself when you came
When you came with no shame
Acting like I’m supposed to remember your name
But all I can think about is what you became
You showed your true colors, it’s the ending of your game
You hurt me, yet you are trying to give me the blame, it’s so lame
I stay in silent, you exclaim, but you have nothing to claim
You started war, never wanting to play a fair game
In trying to hurt me, you framed yourself
I bet you feel inflamed
But you started this, you tried to mess up my name
Now you will forever respect my surname