Call me when you grow up

Why are you playing this game w/ me?
what am i?
your little experiment
with your dark side?
am i the old sweater you threw away?

why do you ignore me?
try to dig at me, see what i do?
why do you only care,
that the ppl who "count" like you,
and not the ppl who love you.

you play your childish game,
twisting your webs and and drawing in the flies,
without realizing the person your hurting most,
is you.

you smile on the outside,
though your cold as ice inside.
you have the face of an angel,
and the mind of a child,
but your soul is twisted.
so call me,
when you grow up.

*this is about my xfriend Kayla, we used to be close, and then she just stopped talking to me, but pretended to be my friend*