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There’s a voice behind my back;

Boisterous, yet empty of direction,

Sharp words like shattered mirrors

That never face their own reflection.

He breathes in noise and scant attention,

Mistaking presence for control;

No solid ground, no guiding vision,

Just a hollow vessel with a twisted soul.

Quick to judge, but slow to listen,

Always loud, yet rarely grounded;

His worth is built on breaking others,

Then wonders why he’s cast aside.

What he needs is not the limelight,

Not even another careless fight;

But something steady, something patient

To set his struggling self upright.

And I refuse to be like him...

To take that same bitter, winding trail;

I’ll walk away from what he chooses...

And choose a different way.