is that my name from your lips that i hear?
you don't have to shout it out
i can hear the anger inside your psychopathic heart
insecurity is spewing from the accents escaping your mouth
you keep asking for my help but you know
it's just your means of wasting my time
and i don't know what you get from doing this to me
do you get happiness from my mishappenings?
you even joked about me with your friends
telling them i'm a walking charitable institution
do you even know what it means? you didn't.
it means you're treating me like your puppet on strings
if you already know that i'm hurting, why still push for me?
i know that i'm a pushover, but i just couldn't say no to thee
am i terrified that you'd damage me more than you did?
yes i am, so can we please stop this game, it's making me insane
YOU ARE READING
MACHIAVELLIAN: The Book of Ronan
Poetry*COMPLETED* "You spread the fakest destructive lies about me, and I wrote a cryptic book about you."
