ExposedA Poem by I am renee
I remember it like it was yesterday
"just a week ago I lost my best friend" Well basically we just stopped talking because we got into an argument We fought over my ex and she felt like I was lying to her "I wanted to kill him but if I did that I would have went to jail that night" She was the only one who understood me and apparently was trustworthy only to me "so I heard" I was miserable and angry with myself that I knew I fucked up "I sent a naked picture of myself to my ex's cousin" A week past and I thought I trusted him I've gotten screenshots of that same picture of me from a couple of my friends "My best friend never excepted my apology so she exposed me online" I'm not going to pretend like it never happened But my ex got ahold of the picture and sent to her "I THOUGHT THEY HATED EACH OTHER YET THEY WERE TALKING" I don't trust anyone Not even myself That's why I wanted to kill myself not because of being exposed or losing my best friend but it was the fact that I didn't want to live anymore "I was having issues at home now this happened" It was her and her friend that exposed online "I HAD TO LOOK AT HER FRIEND EVERYDAY AS SHE GAVE ME STUPID A*S LOOKS" Instead of fighting her because that would have made it worse "I knew where her classroom was and threw her stuff across the classroom" Childish maybe but I didn't care "I show no respect for either one of them" If they died the next day I wouldn't shed any tears "realizing what happened only made me stronger without retaliation "I was exposed last year and it was my fault" For trusting b*****s "Do I want to know why they did what they did?" It's possible "Why does my ex still call me?" I wish I knew "Would I want to talk to my ex best friend?" S**t, I don't know I know what did was far beyond stupid But I at least can admit I was wrong "can they?" © 2014 I am renee |
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Added on June 25, 2014 Last Updated on June 25, 2014 AuthorI am reneeVAAbouti love writing for the enjoyment. im black and white, and i only write about things that come to mind. ive already written a book call the rhythm of poetry. more..Writing
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