Stop with the lies!

They think I’m a snob, A cribbing, na├»ve little girl They ill-treat me with the sorry excuse of tough love, ‘But Is this love?’ Or am i just another prey they could use, To satisfy their power hungry souls Oh, I wanna hide, And never see the evil smiles, For this gullible creature is still…

Is it the “Sad Truth”?

I can’t look myself in the mirror It makes me wanna crawl in my blanket and hide from the sad truth, Is it the “sad” truth really? I ask myself, repeatedly But each time I come up with an honest answer, They shut me up with their spiteful words, And I, being the Innocent creature…