Doesn't matter how much you write,
I know you'll never be right.
About how they hate you,
and how out of it you grew,
You know that the problem lies in you,
for the conclusion that you drew.
'I am the best' you say,
You might think that you slay,
But you will always be a game to play.
You are meant to be a pick-me-girl
Who always likes the shine, always wants the swirl.
But deep down your attitude makes me wanna curl.
All the hate, all the hurl,
Is nothing but an overrated whirl.
So grow up now,
Stop raising your brow,
And start taking a truthful vow.
Apologize deeper.
For being the hurt giver.
You've hurt so many souls.
By doing unmistakable fouls.
Innocent growls are meant to haunt you,
Or it may torture and taunt you,
Until you accept your mistake,
And label yourself as the real snake.
- Nikolina K & Eleni
(Collaboration with my bestfriend)
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PoetryA bunch of slow updated Poetry by a fresher related to things like love, hatred nature and betrayal. Read if you want to ! All Rights Reserved. Copyright©2023 Nikolina Kokasa. Coverpage by Nikolina Kokasa. Copyright©2023 Nikolina Kokasa.
