- Rant From A Silent Soul. -
- I’m done taking this shit,
I’m done being the subject of your gossip.
I’m done being that person,
Of which you make your popularity profit off.
- You just can’t trust anyone,
I’ll tell you that.
Because all your words get twisted,
The second you turn your back.
- Promises mean nothing,
Until the actions come to life.
But in this day and age its so rare,
That someone won’t use you against your own knife.
- People wonder why you’re so guarded,
Well look around me.
Everyone uses their words,
And don’t use their eyes to really see.
- I’ll say I’m done,
And this time its really true.
I have everyone reason these days,
Why I don’t want to be around anyone new.
- I’m not quite sure how to end this poem,
Because my words could go on and on.
But I’ll say goodbye now,
Since this could be my last one.