Your shallow waters
Cannot sink me.
Not sure what it is
You think you see
Or what’s within
Your own mind.
And I think you’re
Pretty blind
To the ways of the
World,
To what it’s like to
Be hurt.
Because all I ever
Heard were lies from
You.
You’re by far the fakest
Person I ever met.
Haven’t encountered
Someone as bad yet.
You believe your
Own fake news,
But sooner or later
Everyone sees through
Your selfish, hypocritic
Ways.
You’re the type that’ll
Find themselves
Alone in their
Dying days.
Because you use
Up all the good
People who pass
Through,
And they’re lucky
To get away
Without having
You ruin their days
With obsessive
Untruths
And possessive actions.
You’re nothing but
A shell filled with
Hate and spite…
You will never win
This fight.
About the Creator
Ivy Rose
Ivy writes about the strange, beautiful, messy sides of life—aging, career twists, alt fashion, spirituality, intuition & mental health—through articles, journal entries, poetry & short stories. A little darkness and a little light.
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