They will only care
If you're pretty, dying or rich
They will only dare
To get close to you, inch by inchThey'll treat you right
Without you trying your might
They'll only love you
Because you're one of those cool kiddoThey won't gossip about your flaws
They won't care about the law
They'll stay awake
Just so you'll never stay awayBut what if,
What if you're not of those
Those pretty, dying, rich and cool?
Oh, they will treat you like a foolThey'll punch you
Kick you
Stab you in the backThey will come to you with all their pack
Until you decide to have a suicide pactThey demand to be pretty
Dying
Rich
And coolAnd if you're not one of those
In pain, you'll overdose.
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Of My Silent Cries
Poetrywasting my ink and all those crumpled papers for you