I'm done.
Done with every fucking thing.
You say shit about me that's not true.
You say I'm not sorry when I really am.
You're not me so how the fuck would you know?
I fuck up every once and a while.
When I say its an accident you just shoot back and retaliate.
I'm Done.
Talk about me behind my back.
Say shit just to make yourself feel better.
Done.
I'm done.
With your personality.
With your mouth.
And most of all
I'm Done with you.~Me
9-26-16
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Pissed Off Poetry
PoetryPoems written when pissed off. Mature content because of language