Poem Book

Dear Ms. Media

Dear Miss Media, how does it feel?
You finally took over my entire life,
and I can't believe it could get anymore real.

I was just wondering, after this year,
are you happy? Are you even proud?
To do that to me, in front of a crowd?

Well, I hope you sure are,
now that my sister decided to die.
All because of that stupid rumor you said,
that turn out to be only a white lie.

You can try to tear me down,
so you can see my reaction and pain.
But let me ask you, Ms. Media,
what could you possibly be aiming to gain?

You were desperate enough to hurt me,
that you go to the ones I love most.
What a better way to spread a lie,
than to put in on media as a post?

I am tired of being your victim,
always in your shadow, covered in shame.
Why can't you open your eyes for once?
No one wants to play your sick game.

I will admit that I can be misleading,
and that I am fragile, I can easily break.
But at least I am not afraid to be myself,
I am not obnoxious and always fake.

Do you not see what you are doing?
You are using others as a stepstool.
If you weren't expecting me to stand up,
then how am I suppose to be the fool?

I hope this is what you had dreamed of having,
a precious life that you can take and steal.
Well, congratulations you finally got one.
Oh I wonder, Miss Media, how does it feel?