**** all you who rush to judge me When you all don't even know me **** all of you doubters out there And those who just pretend to care **** all you ******* hypocrites With your intentions counterfeit *******, you're really not my friend When you back stab me in the end ******* who play with my feelings Could care less for my well being **** this world I'm so sick of it And the bullies who control it So ******* and your little lies Now here is my final reprise **** all you who rush to judge me You don't even ******* know me!
A poem written after constantly being rejected and or backstabbed