About the fake people of todays society.
My past seems so full of lies and fake people,
Trust I can’t seem to find,
No matter how I seem to search.
Words come to him so fast and sound so fake ,
That I just want to choke him out.
I ain’t perfect and I stand up to that.
I always seem so pissed off,
So mad at the world,
Because day after day I catch him doing such stupid shit.
Forever catching him in one lie after another,
Yet I am suppose to trust him.
When he tells me more fucking lies,
If I bring something up in front of someone,
He will say I am tripping and I made it all up.
Plus if I see him doing something,
I should say something right then,
Why?
So he could lie and get them to lie too?
So I end up looking like the asshole in front of everyone!
Fuck that!
Chance you’ve had and and have no more,
If I say something from the past,
It will somehow just get put back on me,
But everything he’s accuses is B.S. and he knows it,
Just guilty I guess!
Why the fuck does he have to be so fucking fake, fake, fake?
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