Jaded

Jaded.

Look at you
You're not up to snuff
Look at me
It's not like you can see
What I can do
God, your eyes just go through
Bruises on your knuckles
And ripped pants at the knee
I can't be anyone for you
You stand and chuckle
At the things I say
I guess it's not my day
Demons under your door
That claw their way across the room
Can't you see
This is what you do to me
I'd write you what you need
But I've already done the deed
I am nothing like you
You can't see through my disguise
You ask me why I'm so blue
All that I say are lies
You don't deserve to know the truth
And the pain you put me through
Now I don't ever need you
Goodbye, so long
With your lie coated wings you flew

This poem is about: 
Me

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