evillord

Ok, here's another poem I wrote.

People really make me mad
Either that or really sad
They always take advantage of me
It's nothing that I can't see
Sometimes I'm just too nice
I'd bend over backwards twice
Someone will ask for me to help out
I will do it without thinking about
But when I need something done
I can't find a single someone
Some won't hesitate to stab me in the back
Or kick me in my fucking nut sac
I'm tired of having friends who are fake
True friends are so hard to make
It seems when I finally trust someone
It's over, wham, bam, done
I'm tired of being taken advantage of
It's getting to the point of push and shove
I'm beginning to think there's no one I can trust
But to go on I must
Why do people only focus on fame and money
When you think about it, it's kinda funny
I just want someone once to ask "how was your day?"
I just wouldn't know what to say
I'm starting to think that no one really cares
All I get are blank stares
So I'm through being nice to everyone
It's over, fuck it, I'm done