The Written Word

Being Me

You speak not because you can, or it’s a necessity;

But because back stabbing comes to you naturally

It was never that we were sworn enemies;

But I don’t think your mind works factually.

You hear, and add, and repeat the lies;

All because you were, you are, and will always be hollow.

You misguide and recite those iridescent lies,

For fear that the truth about me may be left un-swallowed.

But it is not your fault, I tell you;

I know it’s you insecurities

And the fact which haunts you-

That I’m so much better than you, you’ll never be like me

Author's Note

I'm just upset. And I'm done with bitches.

I hate every single one of those backstabbing mother-effing bitches who have nothing better than mad-mouthing me in their life.

Yeah, they've never been in my shoes.