I don't know Who's to
blame
For this hateful spiteful
game
That you all decided to play because you thought I was
lame
We could have been friends we could have had fun
what a
shame
Because now things will never be the
same
Then again you guys never suspected a nerd like me would ever rise to
fame
No, because that was unfathomable; because I was a scardy-cat far too easy to
tame
True, at the time I had braces paired with a wild glasses
frame
But you could have been kind and had passion instead of using words to
maim
Now? I couldn't care less because my true friends
came
I find it funny,really, that back then you couldn't bother remembering me but now all of you know my
name
Now you are all jealous because I'm an untouchable
flame
What a
shame
And it's all thanks to your guys' stupid
game
That you can't join me in the fun and fortune of my friendship and
fame
YOU ARE READING
Teardrops Turned To Words
PoetryPoetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. ~ The first few poems are very amateur so if you want you can skip to the end where my better and most recent poems are. Published: 2.11.16 Finished: 9.20.17
