****, girl, it makes me sick I took a genuine interest in you Sharing songs Concerned for your health Got along so well Had so much fun Cuddled close Intimacy of body, heart, and mind
But go back to this *******, This ******* ***** This man-child who thinks he's got a big **** This guy who treats you like **** ***** whoever he wants and won't quit When he goes to rap shows you think he's tame? You think he's respectful and doesn't play games? *******, you've gotta be blind He just does whatever's on his mind He can't love you the way you need He's out for himself He doesn't care if you bleed The lies he tells! I told one lie It knocked you to the floor Why so much pain from one lie of mine? Could it be because I'm actually real? This ******* does **** all the time He gets a pass Don't you suffer from that? Or do you just avoid looking at that? Shield your eyes? Numb your heart? Leave your spoken word unfinished *** it might show how you feel Is that called working it out? You give him everything And deny yourself?
I've got plenty of hurt But don't give it a thought Somehow I'll manage to go without You, though, if you keep asking for pain I'm beginning to think it might **** you one day
This is more of a journal entry I wrote several months ago. I guess it is a poem, but I never shared it before because I tend to be afraid of showing anyone my anger. Especially the person I'm angry at.