Poem -

So Who Are You?

Im The B.I.T.C.H.

 So Who Are You?

Everyone says that im a good writter, but maybe thats because for once in my life I dontĀ mind being the bitch in the story.The quiet girl with her notebook and pen has allot to say whether you like it or not. For along time I searched for myself in other people, but I ended up facingĀ the only reflection I tried to hide from..mine. The worst type of painĀ is when you hate yourself esp. when you get told that " I dont see you going no where in life" said one ex or the other, "your'e delsional".

I replay thoese memories in my head because IĀ  keep thinking that maybe this time i'll think of a better punch line to say. But then I pause becuase I know its not real. The reality of pain is the one that sticks with you. The one you can still taste and the one that constanly lingers in your head from time to time. Ah, those are the ones that live rent free how dare they?...

Everyone else says that im a good writter, but maybe thats because for once in my life I dont mind being the bitch in the story.Ā 

So who are you?Ā Ā 

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