Stop acting
This isn't Hollywood
You-Can't-Sing
This isn't Bollywood
Get out of my face
With all your threats
I carry mace
You carry regrets
Don't hate me
For being honest
Cut that fake accent free
You're not British
Want to be frienemies?
Well, that's too sad
I don't do split personalities
Just another fad gone bad
Try to be the real you
You heard me - you know
The one, minus botox and glue
The old girl you used to show
Credit card declined
Cash in your reality check
Learn to follow your own design
Until then, I reject your friend request
**Plz vote or ment if you likey**
P.S. - Plz check out my manifesto poem, called A Tribute. I entered it into the wattpad contest, probably won't win anything but that doesn't matter. That poem is more serious than this one, the message more important.*** Thanks for your comments :-)
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