Poems of Me

Numb

2/11/14

You don't need to be nice to me.
I understand, I really do
You can be as hateful as you please.
You aren't the first one to
But can we at the very least be frenemies?

Crafty printed feet
Tattooed across your hand
You think you'll play with me
But you'll never understand
I know all your tricks, you sleaze

I won't be that girl
That one at the bar
With the red lips and gold curls
The one who looks like a star
That goes to the bathroom after meals to hurl

I refuse to be used
I tried to be nice to everyone
All it got me was my brain being picked nude
I'm just numb
I don't even know who I am anymore, it's true