In tune with the feel

I've forgotten all,
but what you've done.
You feign kindness,
you fake the fun.

But now these tricks,
I can admit,
I've finally seen through,
right through,
yeah.

I figured time,
would sort you out.
I figured rhyme,
could win this bout,

but in reality,
you're equally,
hypocritical,
stereotypical,
victim.

Those words you arm yourself with?
You've earned no right to abuse.

Those notes with fake tragedy?
I've started to despise.

You want to remain friendly,
and yet all I can see is lies.

And even now, I give you options,
only because I know what you'll choose!

I call shenanigans
on your petty little road,
since your only heavy load
is yourself.

You fooled enough,
childish one,
so dissipate the anger,
along with the image of wealth.

Know that this is all in,
I'm never looking back
to assess your need
of help.

And it's only proper,
to attach a signature,
but I'm just in no mood,
so welp.