Betrayal.
Do you know what betrayal is?
I'll tell you, for me, what it is,
It's when I am left aside for better company,
It's when I am joked about for better harmony,
It's when I am tossed aside for popularity,
It's when I am overlooked for familiarity,
It's when I'm ditched on the sides,
Because I'm one who hides,
Hides from vulgarity and stupidity, of course,
And then I laugh from the sidelines, without remorse,
Betrayal cuts deep, leaves ugly gashes,
Looks hideous, hurts to even look at the slashes,
But then, guess I'm just smarter, more mature,
And then I just stand there and mock the immature,
It's definitely entertaining to watch, the display of idiocy,
While I still manage to maintain total decency,
The betrayal hurts, but I've got more self-respect,
Besides, I've noticed, the ones on the sides have more intellect.
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(P.s. it's 2:20am)
So I'll take your leave.
Bye, people.
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Selcouth
الشعرHi. I'm a feminist who writes poetry because I'm in love with English literature. I've also had a romantic history which is confusing, (and almost funny) yet emotionally turbulent. And so this fact makes for a bunch of good things to write on.
