Pantry of poems

Eight

Is it worth it?

The fighting

The sniggering

The whispering

The photos

The lies

The tainted love

The gossip

The embarrassment

Is it all worth it?

But I'm a cheater

I know an easy way out

To a land with happiness

With all of my hearts fondest desires

A land of awe

Just one dirty deed to be done to grasp this dream

But do they care?

They could?

Or not

But I'm so lonely I don't have a they, just myself