"Oh look there he is,"
"Did you here he touched her butt."
"Heard he's into whips and leather,"
"He's slept with every girl ever"
Your calling me a fuckboy?
Look at yourself internally.
To call me such things,
When your the ones living foolishly.
"Omg he's such a freak,"
"It's only cause he never sleeps,"
"I saw him on my windowsill,"
"He tried to fuck me after school"
You lie and tell these viscous things,
Calling me a fuckboy?
Trying to ruin my reputation,
By pretended that you know the fuckboy?
"Oh my god I slept with him,"
"Well he made me pregnant again,"
"I saw him with my mothers friend"
"He's so fucking sick."
Lies upon lies,
All these have been told.
If I'm called a fuckboy this much,
This lie will become truth to those it's told.
"He's not a fuckboy."
"Yes he my best friends sisters, cousin said it's so."
"He's not a fuckboy"
"If you say so"
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Thank you for reading this poem,
This one was difficult to write due to some rumors that were said about me.
It's.....painful to talk about what's been said but I appreciate if you read this.
Sincerely,
UnholyNephileim
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
