Laughing and pointing at me
With all your friends.
I know you will do whatever
To make me be in pain.
You told everyone
Everything I trusted you with
Although I stopped trusting you
Many months ago.
Even my ex stopped me
In the hall, pulling me aside
Asking me what's wrong
And if I'm okay.
Of course,
I smiled and nodded,
Inside dying, wishing someone
Could see past the smile
But nobody ever does.
They all listen to you,
Believing I'm a horrible bitch
And I'm starting to believe it myself.
Oh well, I guess being alone
Has its perks.
For one, I don't have to worry
About anyone bothering me,
Even though I hear them
Laughing behind me,
Pointing, whispering,
Wondering why I'm still here.
The question we all wonder.
The things we all deal with.
The bullshit we put up with.
All of it
I'm done with it.
I'm sick of being the one
Nobody cares about,
Wishing I would disappear.
I'm done being toyed with,
Like a rag doll.
Doing whatever you want,
Not telling you anything.
I'm done with it.
I'm not being your doll anymore
Or let myself be pushed around.
I will instead turn into someone,
Someone we all knew I was.
I will turn into an emotionless robot.
Not caring what people think,
But just on the outside.
In the inside, I'll be dying.
But I won't let you see
What you've done to me.
