fantasy
it started so sweet,
i actually thought you cared about me.
but now i see these were things you wanted me to believe
we were living in a fantasy, a world of make believe
full of smiles and laughter,
what i thought would be happily ever after.
but your true colors began to show
you turned the fantasy to a horror show.
your eyes as cold as ice
looking at me in spite
you made me feel like a disgrace
like our friendship was nothing but a mistake
that i was just another pawn in your game.
This poem is about:
Me