“Creation”

People, society, in this millennium. I’m hated. Family, friends, men. So overrated. 2 nice, understanding, misused. Lies, words not worth a dime. Confused. Stabbed in my back, in the heart; pushed aside. Smiling faces. Broken, changing; something’s taking my place. Now, I’m 2 mean; no emotions. Am I suppose to care? They can’t handle the “new” me, hilarious; they don’t know what they want. Torn asunder; but it’s only fair. I use 2 care; I was 2 nice, 2 understanding, treated like Trash, lied to, hurt over and over again. I’ve transformed; accepted it. Nothing left to mend. Can’t always get what u ask for or want. I don’t give a damn; they continue to taunt. Ya’ll (people) made me this way. Embrace this abomination. Why so shock? I’m ur creation.