Lets write a story about what is wrong.
Suck out the poison and write it all down.
Starts with the love life, family, then friends.
And Im writing it down, to find out where it ends.
First theres the boyfriend, but hes not all,
Lets add an ex-lover, adamant I call,
Over to his house, to hug, kiss, make love,
But hes just a friend, or a friend that I love?
Then theres the party, from last Friday night,
The girls all got drunk, before the days light,
Ended up doing all manner of things,
The hidden truths exposure that alcohol brings,
This one kissed that one, three-way on the couch,
Then feelings of jealousy, did they slip out?
Now shes told her boyfriend, the minor details,
And Im in love with her, because of the things to mention she fails,
Then theres the story, about sex that I wrote,
Let a few friends read it, but news they did tote,
Now I get strangers asking about it in the halls,
With -Is this true?-s and -A virgin thats all?-s
Wrote another story, in which I was raped,
By my ex-boyfriend, fiction for gods sake,
Then I let boyfriend read it, not the best time,
Now hes depressed, and Im spilling in rhyme,
Now I cant talk to, or be honest to him,
And the distance grows larger, between heart and whim,
My family is arguing, almost constantly,
And exams are coming, taunting me,
Had to drop out, of tournament, the week before exams,
To study, to sort out, this mess on my hands,
Now my cousin is sad, my friends annoyed,
What else could go wrong? Bomb be deployed?
My ex-boyfriends my best friend, wont talk to me,
And my boyfriend with no friends, I cant even see,
Lives two hours away, while ex lives down the street,
Temptation every night, offers repeat,
And, at the moment, I think that thats it,
Enough poison Ive sucked out, venom to spit,
Other than that, everythings fine, I manage to smile,
So I guess its worthwhile. . .
