The way you lie
You make me believe it
The way you trick my mind
It makes it hard to pick a side
I no longer can hide my tears
Trying to slide out of this mess
It’s causing me too much stress
I feel so defeated
The way you cheated
My pupils are dilated
Tired of crying over you
I choose my worth over you
Treat me like I’m not worth a penny
And then you see me doing better
Getting money in my twenties
And now I feel your envy
I would’ve treated you gently
But now I don’t need you
I got plenty
I have many treats
Many sweets
I’m a sweet chick
Always on her feet
I don’t need no one to make me feel complete
I handle the heat
My mind is super concrete
Motivation on repeat
I’m going to beat it
Never leave it incomplete
I keep on grinding until it's complete
About the Creator
Poetic Glory
Poetry is a form of expression and a form of healing.
It allows us to freely let our minds flow.
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