Why do people talk about me?
what did i do to them?
i would not hurt them,
or at least, i would never offend.
i am so sick and tired of hearing what they have to say,
it's not true, its all lies, but who am i to complain?
why should i be complaining?
its all the truth...right?
these people think they know me?
or is it out of spite?
this sarcasm is old,
yes, i admit it!
and one day my truth be told.
i never did it, i wouldn't.
i didn't lie, i couldn't.
these lies do not define me,
they do not make me who i am.
they just hurt me and make me cry,
but i am sure that was the plan.
i thought you would believe me,
but i guess i was wrong.
you were only my best friend,
now not my friend at all.
