nails in the coffin

Just say it.  

say what your really think. 

I'm a... 

bitch    

flirt

control freak 

annoying brat   

spoiled

severly OCD,

boring girl

crazy, 

type A,  

worrywort   

cynical,

pitiful excuse for a person.  

 

I get it.  

looking through you're eyes I see it too.  

But I know her better than you.  

I know what life has taught her:  

 

if you're nice no one listens to you  

remembers you  

or really likes you.  

you can only depend on one person:  

you. 

It's better to laugh too much than cry. 

Everyone wants perfect,  

confident,  

thoughtless,

empty girl   

it's easier to be your own caricature  

sarcastically laugh at yourself  

play up your faults  

then let people make fun of you;

a different kind of thick skin.  

 

And I know she is trying  

to forget all of these things now 

unlearn years of experience  

I know she is trying.  

 

So say what you will  

it's just another nail in the coffin  

another blow she won't feel  

as she buries that person 

she used to  

pretend to be.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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