Rules are horrible.
But they're good for things like this. People say rules are made to be broken, but not these rules.
When people say things.
Things about you, right in front of you.
Not even behind your back.
That's how you know that they don't know how to play.
They don't know the rules of the game,
But I do.
I will never tell them how to play,
For I like to hear what they say about me.
Although I hate it so, so much,
I still want to listen.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
