you said you'd cut your bangs, well,
im calling your bluff
when you lie to me, it's the small stuff
listen to me, and listen well
i know that times are tough
and i know it's been pretty rough
but tell me, spoiled princess,
is it not to your snuff?
will it ever be enough?
i do what's asked, forget my past
and i still get whirled around in guff
as for thoughts, im thoroughly stuffed
and now, it's time to call your bluff.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
