Description: The girl's now broken-up with her boyfriend, bur man how she treated him made me sick.
Little Girl. -------------------------------------------
Little Girl
She plays the game but her rules go.
She's sadistic and pathetic.
She treats you like a rag doll;
A cuddle late at night.
Yet throws away when you're outgrown.
She's used you.
Another pawn in her fucked up game.
She sucked the joy she could from you
Now you're just a shell, not deserving of this pain
It's sick when she kisses you.
Yet still longs for another's tongue
You're out and he is in.
Soon he'll be in the dumpster too.
She's a spoilt child in a womans body.
She gets what she wants and still wants what she can't have
She hates it when she does.
With no sympathy or empathy, she's the center of the universe.
Wrapped in a blanket of self-hate and self-pity
She has no idea of true pain
I urge her to take a look at the world
and see how she's got it made.
Observing human behavior certainly sheds a light on understanding human nature at its best and worst. I really like the fact that this poem highlights less than stellar behavior in a way that makes the reader want to be not at all like the character in your poem. Your ending lines,
"Wrapped in a blanket of self-hate and self-pity
She has no idea of true pain
I urge her to take a look at the world
and see how she's got it made."
reveal how miserable she must be deep inside.
Submission Name: Little Girl.
