Poem 1
Some people are so poor
They only have money
Some have a face of an angel
And then the consciousness of a devil
He's got a nice body
But he's far from a model
He drives a Lux car
Inside you'll find maxed credit cards and Moscato
There's something we need to talk about
I'll lay it out plain and simple
And if I come off as rather hostile
Just know it's because I heard from some people
That you think it's okay to Label my family as evil
Then say they don't love me because in life so far
All I have been an unsuccessful lazy millennial
That wasn't enough hurt though
You wanted to cut deeper
So you told my boyfriend that I was cheating
Talking crazy like that has me thinking
Your prescription might need a refill
Or maybe you need some inpatient
You're in your own world, living in a house of denial
You Think you're a pop star
Because you were in a boy band in high school
But that boy band didn't last long
Because it was beyond fucking awful
You are so stuck in your glory days and
still telling people you're going to be the next big thing
I think it's great for people to have dreams of
I would never put somebody down
for having aspirations
Goals and milestones
And a plan in place to achieve
That's called having dreams
but you're just having delusions
Thinking that this life of fame and fortune
is going to fall in your lap while you sit at home and watch the real housewives
It was always so embarrassing to be with you
Out in public, when you'd brag about your
Instagram followers and musical talents
If your followers came naturally because
Your content was quality and
piqued some curiosity
Then it would not drive me so far away from my sanity
But that's hardly the case
Your followers are paid for
Anyone can do it if they have
a credit card and a cellphone
You're just a wannabe influencer
You can't even make a facial expression
With all those injections, your face It's now frozen
Is that why you're always making fun of people?
Is it to make yourself feel bigger and superior?
Deep down inside, do you ever feel like a monster?
Your blackout drunk
most nights to hide from The reality
that your life's becoming a tragedy
With all that Botox in your lips
It must not be that easy
To suck your sugar daddies off
So you can get that new Gucci
To prance around town Like your life's in order
And everything's perfect and peachy
While you hide behind Gucci, Tiffany,
and a bottle of liquor
You are a monster in disguise as
Someone you can confide in
You lie, and you steal from your friends
while you tell them you love them
You will spill all of their secrets
Right after you promised them you wouldn't
You are a backstabbing bully, self-centered lunatic
Have you ever gotten down on your knees for god
And asked for forgiveness
For the pain and hurt you caused
Not only in me
There's a long list, and it goes on
One thing you're good at is leading people on
Make them believe your kind and genuine
Your true colors have shown
I see green and black scales
You're a snake in the lawn
Slithering along
On the Prowl for your next victim
So many people told me to stay away from you
They told me you're bad news
But Im stubborn and didn't see them through
instead, I trusted and defended you
Never again will someone turn me into a fool
Even though you are just some plastic
That's not even worth recycling
It goes in the trash can
I have to thank you for one thing,
which is teaching me how to identify
Toxic people and
I learned from my mistakes
And I think you should try it
Maybe for once, you would use some god damn logic
And not go around causing Chaos
I'm starting to believe that you don't want to change
A thing about the way you go about your days
That's my Que to leave
I've seen and heard more than I wanted
Cheers to the end of your taking me for granted
This friendship is over for good, and I mean it
Could you not call me to talk
Or text me trying to fix this
No, we can't be cordial, and time won't heal us
Im so beyond done dealing with
Your Botox and Bullshit
