nicky joyce

(17 08 81 / devon)

Some People


People are liar’s frauds and fakes
Taking people`s hearts and scrunching them away
Toiling with their emotions to suit their needs
Looking back laughing as they leave

Taking a stand and saying no
You sit there and tell me I must go
Laugh and giggle if you dare
Don’t worry I won`t stop and stare

You wanted it and now you’re not sure
Was it something I said maybe I’m a door
Saying things and not making sense
Story of my life hitting a fence

Feeling to made ugly wrong and hurt
Looking at myself wanting to blurt
Hating myself because I`m not fit
Failing inside just feel like I`m a blip

Make yourself proud does it
To take what I had
Well guess what you
Now I`m flat lined and sad

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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