A former fool

The author of a poem is a former fool
he who operates in the parliament of thoughts
But still still a former fool
He who never raises his voices, but you keep cursing him
but still a former fool
he who let you controls him day by day
bur you still regards him as a former fool
He who always let you win debates and dignifies you as a human
But still a former fool.
You talkative hey, you talks till you don't know what to say
But still a former fool
i keep nursing scars but you still but you still delivering more wounds
In order for people to see,
I let you be a king/princess under the throne of my feelings
You finds a sport ground within my life to play in
I felt sorry for you! Built that nuclei boom within my heart
Once it got burst you will regret yourself someday
Still a former fool
You are like an eagle hey, you soars high within my life
Shame sorry you might be thirsty there on top of the skies
And comes to the former fool begging for drink
Be aware I own streams and fountains of my feelings.
I am a river of watery happiness
It doesn't mean I ma a fool actually I just hid some disgraces
I don't want people to see how low mental gifted you are you are
You think people appreciates you for your wrong deeds?
Still a former fool
My silence doesn't mean foolishness,
i am like a great hunter after your thoughts
i knew you from the top of your hair till to the bottom of your toes
Still a former fool
you big mouth it's about to be shut by life challenges
you will need the support of a fool in disguise
the is no master in life former clever!
Still a former fool
Actually any way who s a fool it's me or you?
I ve kept an eye on you and you think i am fool?
i am a former fool under your feet's;
Lol you arm with a shield expecting me to strike over;
as if i drove a plane with bombs
Don't expect me above the sky
I am like a mole I strike underground!
UNDERGROUND a habit of a former fool?