what's the point in sneering at me
when you know that i don't care
you're wasting your energy, hunny
i don't even see you standing there
you think you're getting to me
with your sly little hits
if you read this and feel guilty
well... if the boot fits
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetryall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
