Shut it.
You have nothing to say.
That would hurt me.
To make me cry.
But you still try.
It's not working.
Because I have something else.
I have alot to hold against you.
Everyone believes me.
How dare you.
You ask me gross things.
Plead for them.
Beg for them.
Although you love someone else.
Your poor girlfriend.
I hope she leaves you.
I hope when she breaks up with you.
I hope your heart will be shredded.
I hope you'll see that I'm something else.
I'm more of this then you for sure.
I'm Dangerous.
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.
