The Truth

I say that I'm mean and nasty and that I dont care about any of you

But really I do I feel everything, even though I don't want to

Im not much of a poet but like a spider I can weave a web of stories

Just to make you like me, I even lied about my name once, I said it was Corey

I accept any kind of treatment, even being abused

But I dont mind as long as I think you love me I can handle being used

I wish and pray for some kind of relief but I dont think I can

Most likely I'll end up like that song by Eminem, Stan

Two of my names were Knights of The round Table

Which is funny because my existence is a joke, a fable

The truth is Im not a great guy but I really do try

I'll do whatever it takes to make you love me, even if I have to die 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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