She is a liar
And a crier
I can take a hit
And I don't give a shit
She calls me cold
She is looking for a hand to hold
I don't give a crap
Or fall into her little trap
She destroys lives
Then bats her pretty eyes
Idiots forget the pain
And everything ends up the same
She is a trickster
Dressed like a hipster
I am disgusted
By how she is still trusted
She pretends
But she comprehends
All the destruction
Is her construction
It sickens me to see
Her roaming free
I can see through her disguise
Right into her lifeless eyes
Hiding my scars from her knife
As she pretends to end her own life
I try to feel pity
Then resentment hits me
She has broken all the boys
And they still consent to be her toys
She has everyone believing
In her deceiving
When will we be free
And out of are misery
We all know what she does
Yet we come up with a because
I'm sick of excuses
When she willing abuses
All the second chances
Her evil still enhances
I want to tell her it's not okay
To turn other people rainbows gray
That her hollow pain
Doesn't justify all she's slain
But what is the point of being free
If the only one is me
By K.M.Lazz
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The Poems of Her
PoezieA collection of poems and verses that deal with out darker emotions. Such as fear, hate, envy, rage, desperation, depression, and so forth. The poems are arranged to show the "author" evolving. They first describe the teen years. petty girls and tee...
