A Final Note

This poem was written as it was on purpoe, as that their were things quoted of what some people have actually said to me, it shows the ignorance of others.

 

 

 

A Final Note

Written By Jeannette B

7/23/2008

All names are protected under such privacy

 

 

Their is always one final note,

As one contemplates on a boat,

As you look and see,

Of the internet of who your true friends to be,

And when ones' start lies,

You reach the point of saying goodbye,

And for those that go against you,

Which can hurt so true,

You come to the conclusion,

Who needs them, Surely not you,

As you see people directing you to do things that are wrong,

And tell you "would really put a lot of ppl out of missery"

You see it's you that is really strong,

And they are the insane ones as it seems,

And thus others stick beside them out of love,

When you know it's out of lust, not as the same as above,

And than you have others that say:

"what about me then if I simple riped your cloth off,

get all possesive with intentions,

of making sweet love to you,"

which literally gets digusting after awhile,

Doesn't anyone have any style?,

Oh but that's not all,

Yet you see these ones are about to fall,

You really start to see that those people were just full of lies,

To which they don't care about you,

Never Did,

Which is sad, and lame,

But in all reality it's not you to blame,

Instead it's them for they are hypocrits,

Actors and Actresses,

Toiled up in the internet society,

Playing their little drama roles,

For maybe they can't make it in the world you see,

Around others,

Who would have been sisters and brothers,

So instead it's you they stole,

But on the internet, their's a rule,

And thus so many forget,

We all have feelings and a heart,

And so you keep in mind,

Don't let people as that drive you apart,

For their own fate shall be met,

And hopefully this chain,

Will be broken once more,

So their's no more tears that will pore.

Now for the conclusion,

Which is not an illusion,

The one, she loves to cause drama, and bring the attention on others,

Than their's her b***h that follows,

The third, a very coniving snake,

which in time his own a*s will bake,

Do any of them care,

Hell no,

If they see this poem will they laugh,

probably so,

The three of them are in their own little drama net,

And their own minds have been set,

To pass judgement on what they can't see,

But in time, the judgement on them will be.