
Kind of a sucky poem, but whatever
Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Words: 147 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-29-06 - id: 2254349
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Enjoy your spoils
That's all I can say
I'm tired of you
Tired of trying to please you
And for what?
Who are you to denounce me?
Who are you to make me feel inferior?
Fuck You
You are nobody to me
A sad little king
Of a sad little hill
Sidle up to my side when you want or need something
And abhor me the rest of the time?
With one hand you would seek to use me for your will
And with the other you would supplant me
And to think I was foolish enough…..
Perhaps I should forget my rage and employ thanks
You made me realize that you're not worth the heartache
Because you are nobody to me.
A sad little king
Of a sad little hill
And you have no right
To make me feel the way I do.
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