Twisted Little Game

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A poem I wrote when I was angry. I personally don't believe that someone should start hating another just because their friend wants them to. That's despicable and anyone who does so should be ashamed of themselves.

Submitted: February 15, 2017

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Submitted: February 15, 2017

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I'm not here for the fame

I'm not here because I feel ashamed 

I'm not here to be your friend

I'm here to begin the bitter end

 

These chains are gone

The bons are broken

I've let go of the fear

My eyes are open

 

I draw the line 

Right when you fuck with e

Keep throwing your pity party

I have no sympathy

 

You're despicable in my eyes

I can see how you play your games

I can see every twisted lie

And I'll let you drown in your shame

 

You really did fuck it up

And you didn't need my help this time

And now I'll keep the door shut

Now you're no friend of mine.



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