I’m sick of ass kissers

Well we used to be friends
Now I hate you
What’s worse, you don’t know
You probably won’t care
You just think that they’re better than me
You’ll go places if you’re with them
Well you’re wrong
Underneath they hate you too
They hate your lies
They know you’re a fake
And when you’re done kissing their ass
And you realize you wont get anything from them
You’ll call me
Ask if I want to hang
Tell me you miss me
And that we haven’t seen each other in sooo long
Well I’ve been right next to you the whole time
Open your f-ing eyes
I wanted to be your friend
But I’m not good enough…
When someone better is around
Only now
When you’re sad and alone
Do you bother to waste your precious time
On me
Go to hell
I’m sick of it and I’m sick of you
This is a shitty poem
But I really had to vent
‘Cause I won’t ever tell you this
I’m too nice a person
To crash your pathetic dreams and bring you into reality
So have a happy fake life
And don’t trip with your nose in the air like that