The Real "You"

Oh, just another morbid poem to add to my depressing collection.

Those words mean nothing

I don't believe them

Your words mean nothing

I don't believe you

 

You make me sick

I thought you were different

Your sick

Your not different

 

Sir, you are like the rest

But rest assure--you will see

The rest make me sick

Someday, it will make sense

 

You are a sad lonely individual

But maybe I am too

I can't believe I trusted you

I should have known the truth.

Author's Note

Throwing a pity party.