UsedA Poem by Sayonara
How does it feel to be used?
How does it feel to be my tool? How does it feel to do what I say? Does it feel cool? Why do I use people? Because its my life. Yeah its lethel. I'm aware. Just in case you didn't know. I don't really care. I get what I want. I get what I need. If you don't like it. You can leave. This is the new me. And I feel happy. I not sorry if you feel used now. I isn't my problem now. How does it feel to be treated this way? What could have made me turn this way? "How can anyone think this is okay?" I feel like the world is at my disposal. Its immobile. I am its owner. Do as I say and it will all be okay. © 2013 Sayonara |
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1 Review Added on December 4, 2013 Last Updated on December 4, 2013 AuthorSayonaraYUMA, AZAboutI love poetry My dream is to be heard all over the world. Im hopeing this will get me started atleast. I write stories and lyrics plus poetry. I want honest feed back I can take it :D more..Writing
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