i bet you're proud of yourself -------------------------------------------
why am i beaten with shame?
when i am not the one
who has infected him
with the disease running
around in his head
fogging up his thoughts
so he can't think clearly
he's laying right here
in my arms
but he is so far away
my shouts are only whispers to him
and she's screaming that he hates me,
but why does he seek me?
who knew that our friendship would drown
in a sea of lies and smirnoff
that she would shackle you from me
keep you away from the only person
that really understands you
she did this to hurt you
and me also in a way
she is standing over us laughing
while we play in the sand
she knows the grief
and thinks its funny
to stomp dirt in my face
can't you see her?
staring down at me
"look what i have done"
WWWAAAAAAAAAAAA! Stelf Ninja see oberwelming turn to da dawk side in dis poem...and Stelf Ninja will disguise self as smirnoff bottle and ATTACK temptwess woman twying to steal stupid boyfwend! Den Stelf Ninja will swlap stupid bowfwend sidewayz and pull two chest hairs out of his chest and say:
"Stupid boyfwend! Wake up and wub da one who wubs you!"
WWWAAAAAAAA! Stelf Ninja has mastered dee art of slwapping stupid boyfwends out of silly haze! Only charge twenny five dollahs! Twenny two fiddy if you call within next ten minutes!
The anger and saddness just seeps from this piece, but I'm not quite sure whether or not to call it a poem or a rant, for it's a bit in between. It has potential, but I think that it could be improved; something just felt missing to me, and that makes me mad cuz I liked it a lot, but I still get that there is an empty space here, like there was something left out, it's weird.