At one point I didn't give you enough attention, you thought there were others. Now it's too much and it's obsessive.
You told me I wasn't mush enough as to why I liked you. So I opened up and it became crazy.
Point blank I cared for you and wanted to make you happy.
But your just a 21 year old boy who doesn't know what he wants.
And you say you hate me for what?
Caring?
Loving you?
Wanting to give you attention?You hate someone who wanted nothing buy your happiness and that in itself is pathetic. One day, you'll really hate someone and you'll realize you ain't shit....
But an overgrown child, who can't grow up, talk things out like an adult and whose whole life is on social media.
It don't matter if your Instagram famous, tumblr, or snapchat. You won't have your looks when your 70 and the way your personality is. Without your looks, theirs not much left. That's all you are, a temporarily pretty face with a horrid personality. And nobody's wants a husband like that.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...