Blind-spots

Unable to focus on tasks at hand,
Yet, lack in understanding,
Of a situation that can't be tamed or handled,
Yet, given the opportunity to speak,
You become meek and taskful to plot a revenge,
Planning to harm the non-violent,
And mask it, with being polite and silent
Without knowledge of the person knowing,
You are deceitful in your steps,
Getting to know them,
Befriending them,
And even having a laugh or two,
But secretly this person knew,
But refused to allow you to torment or bully them away,
They are forgiving and unable to comprehend the behavior,
In which you pretend,
But they are forgiving,
You still seek to plot and steal away the treasures,
The person made through there lifetime and appeal,
The difference between you and them,
They earned, worked for it, and made legit matters,
When you coward, sold your body and drugged up for power, Now.
They do see, what you're looking for
 Because you're unable to handle your personal matters,
But its not there propriety,
As you plot to steal,
They plot to seek a higher education,
One in which you've never reached or seen,
They share a lot things they have,
Yet, you have nothing to offer but its ok,
Because the person your living with will share with you anyway.
They know your intentions aren't good but that doesn't bother them,
Until one day they wake up not feeling like them,
You plotted to take their dignity but you've disrespected yourself,
 Your crime is unbearable,
And its turned you into a hot mess
As you wake up screaming every night,
Irreplaceable thoughts running through your mind,
And unleashed evil bigger than yourself,
You cannot take back,
You look over your shoulders for the authorities
In every turn,
Because time will tell when you pay for injustice.