Pathetic

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your pathetic

dont you get it

all u are is what uve always been

just another no bodie under your skin

soup opera bs everyday

tell a story to waste away

u have a right to judge who you will

no one gave you that right but you use it still

put on a costume powder your face

cuase its the attention you crave and taste

walk around with magnetic feet

have everyone follow that you meet

spit out the lies push down the weak

trample the truth, make another for all the meak

sell yourself for all there eyes,

but through them its u we despise.

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vanillabruise's picture

This poem really hits home for me, and I'm glad someone out there understands that. Good job writing a really good poem, I enjoy reading your work! Keep writing new stuff, I'm interested in seeing what else you come up with!

-Aurora