So manipulative are you, money.
So teasing and cruel.
Oh, but money can buy me everything I've ever wanted, right? New shoes, cars, clothes, phones, even friends.
The list is endless.
But money sinks it's claws in you, each time you praise it, it just digs deeper and deeper until all you crave is money.
You taunt me every time I walk outside, brows the internet, or go out with my friends.
Oh you make me so angry.
You laugh as I blush when I have none of you. You laugh when people pity me. You laugh when I'm hungry for you.
You've made everyone so dependent on you just so you can rip the carpet out from under us.
I even find myself praying for you. I hate how my friends always have to pay for me, shouldn't I be able to pay for them every once and awhile?
Or at least pay for myself?
I've cried over you, begged for you.
We work so hard for you, yet we have none of you.
But at least I know how to work hard, or be appreciative of what I have. I know how to find happiness without you, as much as that angers you.
So maybe you're not that clever, money.
You can't fool me.
