Why are you so mad?
I'm just effortlessly bad.
You played with the wrong one,
Stabbing me in the back and lying you're done.
You're not hurting my feelings no more,
Run before the tide washes the shore.
Cause it's going to clean you up like trash,
And I'm gonna keep earning my stash.
I try to be all peace and love,
But you hide a dirty hand underneath that glove.
They are calling me names,
But you were the one who started these games.
I'm not usually nail and claws,
But you keep breaking these rules and laws. I'm gonna continue staying badassy,
But if you come near again I'll be sassy.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PuisiNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
