Rosalind Steed

Toxic

So done with your toxic s**t —
you play in my face then hide your hands,
acting innocent like you don’t know
every move you make is planned.

You send shade through other people,
then swear you “don’t know what I mean,”
but your stories never match your actions
and your mask was never clean.

You throw stones then cry victim,
lie bold then act confused,
breaking things in the dark
then pretending you’re the one being bruised.

I asked you for the real talk, but you vanished like you fled —innocent ones pick up the phone, guilty ones avoid the thread.

I’m done carrying what you spill —
done letting you twist and split.
Grow the f**k up and own your mess,
I’m walking away from all your toxic s**t.

by Rosalind P Steed

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Crazy

You call me crazy, but you never see,
It’s your reflection staring back at thee.
No talking sense, no owning wrong,
It’s the same tired dance, the same old song.

You twist the truth, you play the game,
But I won’t carry your endless blame.
I need out of this loop, I need my release,
Your chaos won’t steal my hard‑earned peace.

You call me names, act like I’m dirt on the floor,
I’ve seen this madness all before.
Your narcissistic ways, no accountability,
It will keep going till you heal within thee.

So label me crazy, if that’s what you choose,
But I refuse to sit around you and lose.

You’re on your own — maybe one day you’ll grow,
But until then, you’ll watch everyone go.
And only then will you finally see,
The one who is crazy was never me.

by Rosalind P. Steed

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