Plethora [Of Poetry]

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[Remember Me? - Swearing, Mature Topics. Guys seriously if you're uncomfortable at any point, quit please!!!]

Hey, remember me?

Yeah, I was that girl.
I am that girl.
That girl you teased,
Laughed and mocked.

Saying whatever nonsense you had
In that fecal brain of yours.
Well yeah, teasing me of being les-
bian. Laughing in my face.

It's like you never seen a girl before,
Really, idiot?
Yeah, you call me a boy,
Mix of breasts and dick.

Well you call me immature,
"ew", "gross" and "gayyyyy"
Fuck off,
I know better than you, screw your head away.

Teasing girls of periods,
Blood that runs through legs,
Laughing at pads and tampons,
Try it out yourself, then.

Sighing and saying one day I'll be raped
Stop jinxing it, open your eyes
Go away,
One day I'll escape.

Grow up, fucking child.
No one needs your immaturity
Nor do they need your help
Or do you even care?

Grow up, you're not even a boy,
A baby dressed in a boys costume
Laughing at everything, anything
But your mind is as toxic as a stripper.

Remember me?
Yeah, I was that girl you mocked,
But I know better now, so grow up
And fuck off.

[A/N: this really happened guys I'm not kidding.]