Prissy ***

I'm glad I know where you stand.
Obviously not with me, thanks.
It may have been something as little as this
but how do I know you won't do this again; Later & worse?
I know we're close & I know who I can trust
with my deepest, darkest secrets.
But now I know who I can trust
to follow me when I am hurt & who will help.
I'm already broken, tearing at the seams.
And this event. I know what it means,
I'm nothing to you. Nothing but a girl.
And there are plenty of girls in the world.
This is strange. Writing cruel things about you.
But it's not like there's much else I can do.
I can't confront you about what you did.
And this feeling I have, which [of myself] I cannot rid.
I feel like I can't breath, can't take what is mine.
And when I talk, no one can hear me, every single time.
You don't know that I don't exaggerate when I speak.
But you do. You are not independent. You are weak.
You have what you ask for, and you know what you want.
And when you get what you ask for, you don't forget to flaunt.
When you don't, you cry. You complain & give out guilt.
And I must ask, Why does your heart wilt?
It is dead. It is gone. Your bitchy outer shell remains.
And don't even try. You're the only one to blame.
You're a tyrant to us all.
But still none of know when your reign will fall.