Title: Betrayal
by Robert | in writing, poetry
I am not consulted, so I rebel,
You laugh at me for doing so,
Though you call me your friend,
I walk away from you,
But I want to run,
The audience whisper patronizingly,
I sit and watch their performance,
Throughout they look on me as something lower,
But no one applauded,
They want me,
ME
ME
Though they don't get me,
I watch with water on the surface of my eyes,
They laugh again after,
I just sit,
Sit,
Wondering if it was me,
The moody,
The spoilt,
The jealous,
The conceited,
I ponder,
Wonder,
Wander, into the future.
An event recently which left me rather upset. Credits: Katie: Who will never read this.
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