#flustration
You go behind my back as I am away
As you started to talk I chose to stay
You talk about me starting to feed lies
how could you try to make me cry
to save your self and leave me to rot
While I hide listening to you speak in pride
I can't believe what I see
A liar right in front of me
And I thought you could be my friend
forever until the end
You bit my back out you do it well
Now this back it already swollen
You made it swell so well
Chomping biting you think it taste well
Or do you just like to make my back swell.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
No one likes me no one shall
Is it my sole that is bad some how
No one like my writing
No one likes what I say
Why do people feel that way
I take my time to write
To make my poems feel right
But I Guess no one think that way
I take time to write my poems every day
I feel really bad
That people doesn't like my poems and It makes me mad.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC