Poems...

Little Ms. Stage Crew

Little Ms. Stage Crew

Why?
I took you in
Why?
I befriended you. 
Why?
I did your homework
Why?
I listened to you
Why!
Why did You do this to me?
You sit on a bucket of lies,
Created by you,
Your own demise
We try to help you up
And you push yourself right back down
I tried to be there
Lies rolled off your tongue left and right
Spiteful, mean words about everyone
Rolled off your tongue
Even about me. 
Why?
You say your broken,
You say your wanting a better future,
But all I see is you wanting to be liked,
Saying untrue words and untrue memories for attention and purpose
You fake these things,
Things I have that you don't,
Things I've known,
And you couldn't imagine.
Is it, your jealous?
You say your the one and only
Ms. Stage Crew but
You hardly know a thing.
You called yourself my best friend, but
You hardly knew a thing.
You tried taking what's mine away,
You tried befriending whose mine,
You tried being me, but
You hardly know a thing.
I battle kangaroos,
In my brain.
Something I can't control,
I dance with anxiety, social, every day. 
You pushed me,
Over my limits,
But
You say I don't get offended
You say Your my friend
You say your there for me,
You say, you say. 
You talk down to me with words like hun,
Something I used to say to my big sister,
Trying to be bigger then her.
You say, you care, your here. 
But are you only there for who I am?
Are you only there for who I have?
Are you only there for what I have done?
Are you only there for what I have?
My answer lays with all the knives I feel, in my back.
As I look at you and I look at him,
You give me sinister grins in the hallway
Like you know something I don't.
But I know something you don't,
I am me,
I have came far and wide
To get to where I am,
To find who is mine,
I have finally found people who care,
Not about the things I have,
But you,
You have tried to be me,
You have tried all angles to have what I have,
To be who I am.
I can tell you this,
I am me, and you
you are a meg in the box
Little Ms. Stage crew.