It's not you,
It's not me,
It's everyone it could be,
A great pretender they could be.
It's hilarious to think,
A pretender to be friendly,
A happy thought about it,
It's like a boiling water that creasing.
Happy when you're facing,
And, backstabbing when you're nothing,
A great pretender with a fake class,
A great pretender that maybe nothing.
A low class with high attitude,
A poor ones with no one,
I can stand with on my own,
Don't want to get help from others.
Can't help but to feel betrayed,
Only thing I did, isn't enough to betray me,
Thanks for what happened,
I feel peace without necessary.
Someone thought you as a friend,
But it's different,
It's betraying oneself,
'Coz you can betray your friend.
But, it's okay,
She's really okay,
She's happy beyond your thought,
And, she's thankful of what happened.
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Poetries
PoetryThese are just some of my poetry works. The poetries you'll see are different genres that I made base on my own experiences. I hope you like it. ~Authorlai💜
