The way i acted

... not the poem.... i am sorry to all whom i have ever made fun of.....the poem....

he was my first lust,
not quite love,
i acted like a b.... to everyone
i thought i had to,
to impress the guy i liked.. i made fun of you,
when he wasn't around i said hi,
but when he was around i would blow you off like you weren't there,
but still you kept a smile on your face,
when he would see me with you i would make up something that you said about me, and act like i was gonna fight you,
i was so horrible to you,
but still you said hi every chance you got,
i would make fun of your makeup,
just so he wouldn't notice a smudge of makeup on mine,
i didn't realize how horrible i was until
one day you didn't show up,
i looked around for you,
he didn't know why i was freaking out,
you were a perfect attendance kid, always got the straight a.s,
i searched for hours,
until the next day even,
but that day, when i came to school
there were police cars everywhere,
parents screaming,
everyone freaking out,
when i walked up and asked the principle what happened,
he told me you had run away,
it confused me for a moment,
because you were always happy not matter what, or who hurt you,
i didn't believe it, there was no way,
i put the pieces together, not paying attention to him,
he was so pis.sed,
that day was the most horrible day ever,
he dumped me that day,
and then i heard over the intercom,
that Mary Joe would not be coming back to this school,
i ran so fast to the principals office,
her parents we there,
and the cops were handcuffing my
ex,
i yelled what happened to Mary Joe, then someone came up to me and told me that it was him,
i didn't understand at first,
but they soon that person explained,
Mary Joe was murdered 2 blocks away,
and that it was him all along,
he killed marry Joe.