Offered nooses, cliffs, and pills to those who unfortunately found You before they found help.
You have praised suffering,
Waltzed in between tragedies,
Gracefully dipping misery as if we would somehow be impressed With the dexterity of your animosity.
You have cheered on rape, dashed through police tape as if it were The finish line in a race of who can be awful first.
Even now,
You somehow see this as an invitation to turn your keyboards into Catapults,
Wondering which of you can be the first to hate this best.
Your loathing, already dressed in riot gear,
Ready to incite rage,
As if each message board is a stage,
Where you recite hostility,
Turning freedom of speech into freedom of cruelty.
We are stuck with you, the same way you are stuck with you.
Your mind is glue, and it keeps malice fastened there like cheap Wallpaper.
We were once upon a time told that none of you exist, we Dismissed you as make believe or myth.
This refers to the fallacy that trolls use to defend their harassment; that it is protected under free speech. 
 In reality, this is a fallacy because websites have a right to regulate what kind of content is put on their sites, akin to how if someone tried to do the same in real life in a bar, the bartender would almost certainly kick them out. 
 In short, a right to free speech does not mean a right to be heard.
Troll