When I was alive I was hated.
No one took me for real.
I worked so hard to make a living.
Everyone mocked and scorned me for it.
Then they acted sorry at my funeral.
They're all liars.
Now that I'm dead my life work is valuable.
People make money off it.
I wish I could hurt them all.
No one is scared of a ghost.
I can't do anything.
I have to watch them ruin my life work.
Using it to make themselves money.
Just wait till they're dead.
Then we'll see who's laughing.
I can't wait for it.
To watch their faces as I meet them.
They'll never be sorry enough.
I'll stay in sorrow forever.
But they'll meet their match soon.
Just wait.
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Poetry
PoetryA collection of pondering and pain. Have you ever had a friend betray you? Or a loved one die? Or been in love? This book is full of poems that go through the feelings in various situations. Cover created by the all-talented @bloom759
