Poetry (if i know you in real life, dont read)

History know my name

History knows my name

For many things I am ashamed

Fool me once that's my bad

Fool me twice I've been had

But the third time isn't that bad

The fourth is were you got mad

You got mad and left over something you didn't wish to understand

Now I'm here alone

Trying to not be sad

Are you happy?

Are you proud

All the pride I had

Is now just a has

You just fucking left me

And you ask why I'm mad

Maybe I was the fool that was had.