you've read my words
I understand
you think i'm disturbed
and maybe i am
but who are you to judge
if i am or am not damned
Hypocrit
I wished you never put it in my vocab
yet your the perfect example
you've made my scab
angry with me
because you refuse to leave things
in the past
but its were they belong
Hurt is not meant to last
So Stop Yelling
Stop Crying
Stop Talking about memories
And I'll be just fine.....
continuing my pretending or lying.
Thats what you think I do
So i'll fulfill your expectations
Just For You
Twisted Strange
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disturbed-7/
