Betrayal
Is it my fault?
Can you tell me what I did?
Whatever I did,
I'm sorry.
We always argue,
We always fight,
Once, long ago,
We were tight.
I don't like yelling,
I don't like it when we fall out,
I hate the fact that we aren't mates
At this current date.
It's hard when we fall out,
Everything I do is with doubt,
I can't talk without someone watching,
Sometimes, it makes me scream.
I hate the fact that I look like the bad guy
In fact, I just want to die,
No-one cares,
No-one loves
Because this crappy world is filled,
Filled with the most horrible thing,
What's that you ask
Why, it's called betrayal
poem by Scarlet Outlaw
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