You stand there with all your false ideas of who I am And you laugh because you can’t believe who I turned out to be; You mocked me long ago- I was shy… I was awkward… I was boring… I was your object of insults… That is, until now; Now you’re the one being made fun of -Spit upon And I’m the one being honored Being the one who they follow..; I was different then- But now, I’m no longer the me that I used to be I’m loud… I’m known around school… I’ve caught the eye of your love… I’ve got a good reputation; You can’t handle my fame… You can’t hide your hate for what I’ve become… And yet… I’m nice to you despite all the anger that you have placed into my mind… I befriend you though I can easily crush your reputation… But don't think that I do not hate you For I have grown to despise you in a way that I have none other A voice screams inside of me, for me to show to you what you have done to me in the past... For me to get my revenge... But I have already gotten my revenge... I have made you jealous; You were my enemy, but I would never stoop as low as you have done in the past- I choose not to insult those of lower standards.Birth sign: Scorpio
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