you are what i hate to look at with that pretty little face and your vacant expressions you swim around in the shalowness and i wonder who made you that stupid is it easier to go through life not understanding it but rather oversimplifying it you pass me by and my smile is just as fake and plastic as yours, but at least i'm aware you are respected for the ounce of good you do and not expected to do more so you find no fault in your numb, dumb brain sometimes i feel sorry for you what kind of family could produce you what if i was a product of that family would you call me names and make fun of me while i hid the stupidity behind my mascara thick lashes but when does a person come to the age where it's up to them to make the right choices, to do the right thing stop using excuses for everything God says i have to love you even though you are a bitch you can call it jealousy, call it what you wish but if i can't feel pride that i'm better than you and if i have to love you, my enemy then what is left for me to do but forget about you, and work on me forgiving is a bitch, like you, especially since you're not sorryBirth sign: Gemini
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