Young Writers Society

Look me in the eye,
that's the least you could do.
Glancing away at the sky,
trying to make me feel bad for you.

You think I'll fall for it,
like I did the other times.
Think I'll fall for your poems,
those pitiful, selfish rhymes.

Take a picture of my face,
this is the last time you'll see me.
Put me on your wall to remember,
maybe then you'll actually SEE me.

The girl you played with,
stomped on,
crushed, trampled,
spit on.

You pick me up,
to push me down.
You sat there and smiled,
while I frowned.

Think I didn't notice,
the pain you inflicted.
Just because you looked sincere,
doesn't mean I was ever tricked.

Now I'm saying goodbye,
whose smiling now?
While I'm walking away,
take a look at that "fat cow".

Yeah, I heard it when you said it,
you meant it,
I repeated it,
just to make you regret it.

Wiped the smirk off your face,
yeah the thing between your ears.
Don't know what I saw in it,
for all these damn years.

I remember you now,
taking a look back on my past.
I'm grateful everyday,
that we broke apart fast.

You still sicken me,
after all these years,
watching you play with her heart,
uncaps my fears.

Now I'm scared to move on,
scared to trust,
scared to love.
Cause your curse,
is carried by your followers.
That teenage boy lust.