Young Writers Society

To be honest with you,
I never liked you in the first place.
I was trapped in your lies,
and so I went straight back to first base.
I told you everything.
I told you things that make me ashamed.
You wanted everything.
But why the random resentment, babe?
But what I have is greed.
The seeds of evil planted within.
My time has been wasted,
with your bickering- how can I win?
And now I'm sitting here,
waiting for life to go by so fast.
I know you will not win.
Because unlike your opinions, I'll last.
You will suffer one day.
I'm just putting it very lightly.
You will realise soon,
that life doesn't really shine brightly.
Your husband is a fraud.
Your husband is my father, as well.
He'll take you for a ride,
in his child-abducting car to hell.
You're only twenty-nine,
and he's at the age of fifty-one.
Oh, your eyes have regret.
Spreads the guilt like bullets from a gun.
But life's holiest book,
wasn't written by God nor Jesus.
Your husband and my father,
wants you to partake in a threesome.
In my room, paralysed.
In a state of questioning my life.
I seek solace in shame.
She may be mine but she's not my wife.
She'll never say, "I do",
even if she ever wanted to.
It'd be embarassing,
to marry a peasant so, so soon.
Define the word "betray":
there you go- it describes you & me.
You never had me in mind.
You are consumed by greed.
You are so subdued by your lying.
Your aspirations bore.
I'm not great, but at least I'm trying.