Thu, 12/11/2014 - 11:22 -- Chayle

I'm not what they think I am
Or at least hope it's not just me
I'm not that terrible, I can withstand
The anguish of waiting for the golden key
I'm everything they don't want me to be
Why I even give a rat's ass, I don't know
Knowledge of anything I want & all I need
Is slowly starting to diminish, though
Alone, it feels like the spawn of depression
So stupid, to let it go that far
Even in an economic trouble and recession
These girls are spoiled & cold at heart
They can't see past their shiny little noses
It's all about me, me, me, me, me
Their self-emplyed, starred spots that they chose
It's all about them, and the rest of us can see
I don't mean to come off as a bitch
But, let me give it to you straight
Let your words be the same speed as your wit
And next time your mouth won't be so poisonous & lat


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