What Am I?

By Ze Pervy Kappa. 01/02/09, 06:09 pm

I wrote this when I was depressed and sick of friends hurting me and treating me like their daily amusement. I have it on my DA and bebo too,
Anyway here it is!

Drifting further away from lies and decet.
What I get told has never been true.
I feel lost, drifting into a sea of black.
But no one knows, How much I want to retreat.

Why do I always get pulled down,
pushed around and left to frown in pain.
Why must I always feel like everything i hear is a lie.
Please don't speak, Please stay silent.

What am I to you?
Why do you push it in my face.
My friend you were, yet here you are.
Drowning me in lies for your amusement.
Grow up darling, I don't need your lies.

Laughing at me behind my back.
I will always ignore your stupid ploys.
Try as you will, your not worth a cent.
Can you ever be mature, no thats something you lack.

Why do you bother trying to be smart?
Why talk if I am not interested.
Just give up, I'm not wanting more then that.
Grow up and move on, be a man not a mouse.

What am I to you?
Another form of entertainment?
What did I do to deserve this pain?
What did I ever do to you?

Before you answer, I want you to know.
I dislike people like you.
I will never wish to be friends.
So leave me alone.