This is how it is going to be
You are going to throw me under the bus
Treat me like I am the villian
I guess that is how to cookie crumbles
Your ego is big enough for the both of us
I believe your head is growing
You think you can control me
Lets get one thing strait
I am not Pinocchio
You are not my puppet master
You lift a string
And think I am going to do what you want me to
I am the holder of my choices
I am myself
And you are not going to take that away from me
You can be as spiteful as you want
But you are not going to break my soul
I am going to still be a firework
A dancing flame
I am going to still burn as bright as the sun
I don't need you
I don't need your diamond ring
I don't need your last name
You were my E.T.
Why don't you phone home?
Find your mothership
And leave me alone
You may think you will break me
But I am stronger than that
I am a mountain
The only thing that can break me is a catastrophe
You use to drain my life
Like you were Edward Cullen
But I realized you just suck
Get in your cab and I will flip you the bird
As you turn the corner
© Copyright 2016 Kyle Georgie Frydenlund. All rights reserved.
Poem / Horror
Poem / Non-Fiction
Script / Literary Fiction
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