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There are so many people I thought that I could trust But they all tell my secrets like it’s the daily news As if their life depended on it, as if they really must Don’t any of them have anything remotely better to do? I write to let out my feelings, all of them at once Since nobody wants to listen, nobody even cares Everywhere I go I’m met with thick unfriendly silence But once people find out, it’s the latest sick affair And they talk about me like I’m a bad disease All I wanted was some solace and the impossible peace In my small little mind, because that doesn’t exist out here I want to feel free, but I have so much that I fear If someone else finds out, it’s another juicy story I can’t cope with this, although the world is temporary It will be over soon, but how long will it take? For people to accept me and the choices that I make? But what is worst of all is that I don’t know which one Of these liars had started this never-ending war They always seem to be in need of my thin ceasing blood Waiting like hungry dogs for a possible taste of more I try to be patient and I try to at least be kind Try to soothe myself and earn a peace of mind It’s not like they deserve it, but I’m better than my foes I don’t pretend and smile for the sake of petty shows My rule is that if you’re nice to me, then I’ll be nice to you It’s not that complicated, but people don’t even try And if you want to start over, then I’d be happy to But real friends don’t backstab or tell each other lies
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Real Friends
There are so many people I thought that I could trust But they all tell my secrets like it’s the daily news As if their life depended on it, as if they really must Don’t any of them have anything remotely better to do? I write to let out my feelings, all of them at once Since nobody wants to listen, nobody even cares Everywhere I go I’m met with thick unfriendly silence But once people find out, it’s the latest sick affair And they talk about me like I’m a bad disease All I wanted was some solace and the impossible peace In my small little mind, because that doesn’t exist out here I want to feel free, but I have so much that I fear If someone else finds out, it’s another juicy story I can’t cope with this, although the world is temporary It will be over soon, but how long will it take? For people to accept me and the choices that I make? But what is worst of all is that I don’t know which one Of these liars had started this never-ending war They always seem to be in need of my thin ceasing blood Waiting like hungry dogs for a possible taste of more I try to be patient and I try to at least be kind Try to soothe myself and earn a peace of mind It’s not like they deserve it, but I’m better than my foes I don’t pretend and smile for the sake of petty shows My rule is that if you’re nice to me, then I’ll be nice to you It’s not that complicated, but people don’t even try And if you want to start over, then I’d be happy to But real friends don’t backstab or tell each other lies
I don't write poems for your pathetic addiction to gossip.
liis-belle
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
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