I'm beginning to see why people dislike you,
Why you constantly believe they hate you.
You give them every reason to,
You are aware of it and yet you won't change.
Even I dislike you now, and I gave my all
Into a friendship I thought went both ways.
As it turns out you only want people when it suits.
As it turns out you can't keep your mouth shut.
You spread gossip and rumours, even secrets.
People won't trust you, and I certainly don't.
I regret ever believing you were genuine.
I regret ever letting you know part of me.