Just a poem about why I’m not very choosy about my friends.
I don’t care if you’re poor.I don’t care if you’re rich.
You can always be my friend as long as you’re not a B*tch.
I don’t care if you ride the bus or if you have a high class car.
But if you’re just full of lies,our friendship won’t go far.
I don’t care about what kind of job you have or about the ‘6 figures’ you make.
Just don’t let me find out that it was all a fake.
All you need to do is tell nothing but the truth.
It sounds so simple,yet it’s too hard for many to do.
Why do people have to lie
about the smallest things?
like how they really live
and about diamond rings
Does it really make you proud
to know that you’ve told so many lies
that you’ve even started to believe them
and then you realized
that you had no identity
you lived in a lie
Wouldn’t that make you want to
sit down and cry?
How can you walk around
with your head in the sky
knowing that everyone around you
think’s you’re ‘living the life’
with your stolen gucci
and your imitation Guess
you walk around and think you’re better than the rest
you walk around and treat others like their below you
that’s why you sit alone and no one knows you
that’s why every morning you cheat on tests
it’s all because you know you’re better than the rest.
You’re not any better than anyone else.
You can’t even be yourself.
You can’t even tell the truth.
Why would anyone ever want to be friends with you?
Why would anyone want you to drag them down
your ’wanna-be’ appearance makes you look like a clown
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