If I'm a snake hidden in a beautiful shedding
Then why am I the one who's constantly treading
In the right directions
It's never the fact of giving the wrong impressions
Though I'm tired of being called a snake in disguise
When you're the one trying to expose fake lies
Can't you tell that I am the one who rises in the end
I wish you'd see that you lost the friend
But I guess I can't make your stupid mind change
No matter what it's all so strange
That you still haven't realized who's the victor here
I'm stuck listening to you when I'm on Shakespeare
You see the difference between the two of us
But I bet that you're still trying to discuss
The failure of what you caused in reality
I thought you were able to foresee
But I clearly recognized otherwise in your head
I think it's time that the situation is dead
And It doesn't matter because I'm too far ahead
So who's the snake for spreading the truth
I would love to beat you back into your youth
I'm tired of playing these games with you
We all know the true point of view
But you're too busy sucking yourself off to realize
That of all people to chastise
You should be the one
And like I said, I'm done
I'm through listening to your bullshit
I'll put you back with the rest of the misfits.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
