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You Were Wrong

im happy. im glad. im proud. im not sad. you forgot me. when oyu stood me up. you said your sorry. that's not enough. I get that your busy. but too busy for love? that's a joke right there. and its not enough. I laugh in your face. I cant wait to see you at school. I thought you cared for me. but you think your JUST TOO COOL. I think its funny. how you have a sad face. but to me its hilarious. how your such a disgrace. your like the others. just another disguise. I cant believe I fell for you. like I did with other guys. but I do want to thank you. you've made my day. made me a little stronger. and put a grin on my face. now I see my friends. and smile a lot more. and i don't have to worry, about being called a whore. i know you said things, behind my back. and i think its pathetic, how youd do something like that. im probably being silly. making such a big deal. but im a girl thinks big. and im a girl who feels. but i agree with people. who said that you were wrong. and im acting like taylor swift, but its a poem, not a song. im smiling like crazy. people are starting to stare. but this crazy girl is nothing, that crazy can compare. im giggling out loud. at how i thought you were the one. and now being a stronger girl...is more fun, than being a weak one. im almost in tears, cause of how hard im laughing. and someone just read this, and their cheering, and clapping. their saying "go girl!" and "good job" and im smiling with them, because you were a hog. your just another attention, whore. wanting me for my face. you were really a bore. i got tired of this chase. were cat and mouse. nothing alike. your dumb, im clever. we'd get in fights. of course id win, because kitty, likes to bite.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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