Once upon a time,
there was a girl who was consumed by cigarette smoke.
She loved the feeling of inhaling
death each time she took a puff.  Maybe all she wanted to be was
death and
that's why she kept lighting butts.

I hate the fake in your eyelashes and the falseness of your smile
I hate your snide comments and the way you try to hide
your real and ugly self
Why fake the truth just
so that your lies may thrive?
Why are you so different?
from The person I once knew?
Why is everyone so accepting
of this new you?
When I can't even fathom
what they've sewn into your mind
Why are you judging me?
When you tell the same lie
" I don't judge "
Frustration is what I feel
At you
Society
And the things you choose
I don't understand
I don't think I ever will
I'm glad I can't help
I hope you die unhappy
Like all the people you did that too