The Truth I believe
What is the truth these days?
When all I hear is you,
screaming and kicking your way,
back into my brain,
I don't know what to do,
Who to trust
And who to trust to bring the pain.
That person is you.
You never really tried,
You always tore me down,
And now,
these days,
You expect me to believe you.
I wish I could,
I really do,
But these days,
Your just another b***h,
trying to make me look bad.
Just another whore,
And I just another toy,
A thing for your amusement.
And so now I must believe,
Those who tell the truth,
And them who always had my side.
For you who don't know who this poem is about, It's about my ex. Akina122.. Don't even ask me about it from here on out.
