Poems from the Heart.

Exploding

A/N: I'm going to explode all over Watty right now. Please, have your umbrellas out and ready, because I am litterely about to pour every fiber of my being onto this stupid screen. Here goes...

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Prejudice

Insane

Maniacal

But, retarded?

Of all the words you pick

You pick the most hurtful

I see you as none of those things

But, why the painful word?

Deeply cut

Bleeding wounds

It burns

As the tears behind my eyes do, too

I'm tired

Of him screaming

Of them both screeching,

"You retard!"

I'm not.

Horrible

Lying

Using

But, people pleaser?

I only want you to be happy

Not them; you

You're my friend

At least you were

I don't know now

It was your choice

And you declined it

I apogized

While sitting down and crying

Sympathetic and guilty

Moronic

Doofus

Back-Stabbing

But, angry?

You said you were too angry to even speak to me

But, we were texting

It made no sense

You could just lie better

Hidden in your typed words

Like you were

Behind your smile

You're the stereo-type;

Not me

I held your hand

You pulled back

I tried again

You got mad

I left you alone

I knew you'd be alright

I was wrong, though

Not, all you have is spite

Directed at me

You spat your ever changing emotions

I know you can't help it

And I just went with the motions

But, not anymore

My eyes glued to the floor

I'd tell you to your face

But, there's too much a space

Too big a gap

And you've caused it

With your people-pleasing

Were you just pleasing me all along

When I told you

You could trust me

And I trusted you with every fiber of my being.

I say that alot

And I trust alot, too

It's never worth it

Ever

And I'm tired

Of being retarded

So, please stop

And apologize back

Don't say,

"It's who I am."

You've told me too many times

You've changed your story so many times

I am not pleased

Are you happy now?

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For the most part, I feel better. Please, no comment drama, and no flames. Thankyou for reading, and if you vote, please take a complimentary virtual cookie. They have waffle in them.