Really?

How can i be the W***e who is a virgin, or the b***h who is just surviving?
When the accuser is a best friend one I thought had gotten me?
One I thought I knew to trust even through the s**t and murk,
the one I though wouldn't be the jerk that tears my trust and pulls my sides.
The one who goes through guys like candy while I sit on the sidelines, holding out my hand and my shoulder to cry
when everything in her pampered world all falls apart.
How can i be the w***e who's only real relationship was that of a crush and a fallen hope?
How can i be the b***h when i try to protect myself from the world that she is sheltered from?
when life is like a faerie tale and I'm the evil stepsister who always takes the blame?
How can i live as a person when i am pushed around
when as the strong and capable one i am the one criticized until i fall deeper into the ground.
How can I be the one they all admire as the independent one who needs no man
when all I want is for arms to hold me and my world turned around?
I don't care if I'd fall apart so long as I could feel in my heart, something other than pain.
I wouldn't care if the world were to end because all over again i could feel.
How can I be the one who is always in the wrong and the projection of all the hypocritical flaws she refuses to see in herself when I am but my own person, I am but myself?

Author's Note

Ignore grammatical and spelling issues please.

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

I can certainly feel the frustration here... emotions are high and vast, sometimes they come flooding in faster than we can handle, situations spiral out of control and become all the more complex when others are in the equation.
Writing about it is surely one good thing to do. You wrote it well.

[Undying Glory]

i like this poem. all emotions are explicitly expressed and there's a great feeling of anger. however it would help if you had spaced it out a bit. other than that it's great