Messy Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Want to live my life
with a little privacy
and rumors will spread
if this goes publicly
Sparks a media frenzy

These days all you do is talk about me
now you've turned messy and pathetically
Became obsessed you love you some me
That's why your so pressed to destroy me

you are so damn messy
Played the game dirty
and there ain't no maid to help
feeling so salty, Cause your hearts damaged
trying so hard to fix what you can't manage

A guilty conscience
have you call my phone again
you wanting nothing
breathing on the other end
not saying anything

cost now. The price is going to cost now.
you've started war and went down
things were gonna get messy.
Why so obsessed, huh?
Why are you messy?

spend your free time
pulling info up on me
why don't you find,
find yourself a new hobby
you've lost your mind
this have gotten so crazy
still want to know
why you so obsessed with me?
this fatal attraction got heavy
it makes you so damn messy