Karma’s Buffet — Jaded

If past endeavors
aren’t masked with resentment,
what’s the point of self-reflection,
discipline, or even self-respect?
If you step into my life,
my house,
my space—
only to rip apart my soul, body, and mind,
then let’s play the same game.
Oh, wait—
you’re crying victim now
because I’m winning,
using the same logic you started with?
Alright.
But this buffet doesn’t serve
endless platters of inferiority.
No, this is a feast of instant karma—
served hot.

✓ Verified human-written