Picking the Wrong Fight

I believe you believed you had the most to offer better looking bigger brain value in the coffers based on intellect getting all that it wants to lying manipulation didn’t disappoint you making you lazy, weak and weed saw you detached imagination working wonders when you’re sat there mashed Ideas say you’re capable with more doe to splash with friends so immature also lacking cash think behaving serious will outdo young and dumb blind to ideas seriousness isn’t any fun unattractive making you a one to shun not the first choice caused you to throw tantrums to proceed your petty way of lying as you do to change the view of competition that has bettered you now know who is better from not having a clue seeking truth to delusions recently thought true but with a personality lacking a sense of humour lies had to be harsh and horrid to rearrange the order bringing out a side that couldn’t hide away the slaughter of seeing friends as rivals to keep down when they falter what they had never done not once at anytime after calling on them to soothe your heart and mind forgetting confusion felt needing someone kind never treated you the best way you could find you seemed to think treating them bad could be done and blagged gaslighting their simple mind in ways you thought you had manipulating them into doing all they have conning them safely away from being mad thinking they were yours who are easily tricked speaking words of wisdom their ideas have clicked will do as you wish them too there’ll be no conflict belief shouldn’t belong in ideas they are thick all this time you couldn’t see their plan to play along waiting for this day where they would prove you wrong when expectations shattered would be gone the thing you believed impossible is their bomb never coming back you can’t have it end like that things coming out their trap exposing how you act secret chatting the unknown common fact out of control until you coerce them back but everything that’s always worked before isn’t influential shocking to the core messing with who knows you best after feeling sure you knew them but then they showed who knows more couldn’t see manipulation when it was coming through unaware they played you forcing them too always met your demands as if they had no clue to leave you this dishonest loner nobody but you believing what was make believe not backed up by reality the better option but girls disagree the last friend lost was me