your pathetic
dont you get it
all u are is what uve always been
just another no bodie under your skin
soup opera bs everyday
tell a story to waste away
u have a right to judge who you will
no one gave you that right but you use it still
put on a costume powder your face
cuase its the attention you crave and taste
walk around with magnetic feet
have everyone follow that you meet
spit out the lies push down the weak
trample the truth, make another for all the meak
sell yourself for all there eyes,
but through them its u we despise.
This poem really hits home for me, and I'm glad someone out there understands that. Good job writing a really good poem, I enjoy reading your work! Keep writing new stuff, I'm interested in seeing what else you come up with!
-Aurora