Don't worry you pretty like head about it,
Like you ever cared.
I'm wrong?
Really?
Prove it!
Don't worry about how I feel,
Like you would ever notice.
I'm wrong?
Honestly?
Show me I'm wrong then!
Don't tell me all those lines of bull,
I'm not believing it anymore.
It was true?
You swear?
Point out the little truth in it.
If not,
I'm kissing your sweet little face good-bye.
I'm tired of all these mind games,
I'm tired of feeling used by you,
I'm tired of not being able to say how I feel to your face.
I'm tired of telling myself I can't do better.
another poem i wrote a long time ago biggrin
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