Hey,
I enjoyed that talk yesterday.
Talking about that girl,
How you hate her,
How you would give her dirty looks.
But I saw you.
The very next day.
Laughing.
With her.
Talking about me.
But you know what...
I shouldn't mind you anymore
Because you're a bitch.
You're an attention whore.
You're fake.
And I hate you for that.
I see the way you act around her.
And around me.
Don't deny it.
You're talking shit.
Bitch.
I trusted you.
You knew how I felt.
Then you play with my feelings.
But not behind my back.
Right.
In.
Front.
Of.
My.
Fucking.
Face.
Bitch.
I hate you so much.
If I had the chance I would hurt you badly right now.
You would be crying.
Oh the pain.
Poor baby.
But guess what, honey?
Karma's a bitch.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Journal...
PoetryJust an online journal of my personal thoughts . No, I am not suicidal. No, I am not depressed. Just introverted, and I trap feelings in more than I'm supposed to .. So I let them out here.
