you mock my pain
like there's something from it to gain
you laugh and call me insane
like that will take it away
the light is blinding
because my eyes are used to the dark
you ask me why i'm not smiling
when minutes ago you tore me apart
she has a problem with lying
and still you gave her your heart
i have a problem with crying
and all you gave me was a permanent Mark
an angry reminder of why i'm not worth it
i'm tired of performing in your circus
you ask me for fire but extinguish my spark
and every single word leaves a Mark
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Author:
Miss Begotten (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2022 21:41
- Comment from author about the poem: my friend Mark has been teasing me for years. he used to be funny but now he's just mean. he knows i like to write and always asks me if i've ever written one about him. so here you go Mark, i wrote a poem about you.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
a relatable topic, thanks for sharing
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