Call me names.
Play your games.
Shaking my head.
It's a shame.
You say what you're gonna do.
But we all know you're fake.
We can see right through you.
Say it once, say it twice.
Either way it's still not nice.
Stop being a bully and grow up.
Victims say that they are okay but we all know they're lying.
The people you hurt my smile now.
But on the inside they're dying.
YOU ARE READING
Written by me, dedicated to you.
PoetryMy pen wrote the words I just couldn't seem to speak. I pressed my pen to the paper and out the ink began to leak. A bunch of secrets I could no longer keep. My poems are dedicated to you all, but written by me. M.B
