The only reason you're my friend,
Is so that you can use me.
You wont even care,
If I'm there, or you loose me.
Your only concern would be,
That you wouldn't have a slave,
To do all your work for you,
Like the services that I gave.
For now I'm your little puppet,
Have to do what you ask me to.
You scream and shout at me,
When I have not got a clue, and don't do what I have to.
~!~Diana
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PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
