Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The words you say,
Couldn’t come out any other way. The things you do,
Come back and bite at you.
It’s who you are,
It’s in your soul.
You check off the faults one by one, Then let it rip when you stop having fun
You think you are so altruistic.
I think I must have missed it.
Was it when those words left your mouth?
Did you even care about the casualties?
People there with bended knees, Thinking you were their friend.
Oh what fools they’ve been.
Thinking of what might have been,
If you actually cared about them