Loner
(this poem is about a girl no one loves so i guess it is about love...)
No one knows
Her real name
But they don't care
They think she's lame
She sits in a corner
Wondering why
All of her "friends" would
Just stand there and lie
They were nice
"Why?" she mused
She didn't know
She was being used
They used her once
And threw her away
Then asked to be
Her friend that day
She asked why
They were so cruel
And why they mad her
Act a fool
They said it was
For her own good
If they didn't like her
Then who would?
She fell for it
Again and again
She fell for it more
Then times that by ten
She does it again
And again to this day
Why she kept on
Is what you may say
She did it because
She felt all alone
If no one called
What's the use of a phone?
She had no friends
Again in her life
But then it was over
Because of a knife
I'm just kidding
She didn't die
But the rest of the story
Is not a lie
It's not a lie
The story, you see
The real truth is
That the girl was me
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and you take it like a whore,
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slap you like a b***h,
and you take it like a whore,
Upside down and around, and around,
just another peice
ad you need another sound"
-Mariana's trench -ShakeTramp