You win
People they’re fake
For the most part 2 faced
The moment you turn your back
Talking shit like it’s a race
Here’s the fucking good news
That “race” is yours to win
Hold your head high
They were born with no game
You’re you they are a has-been
Roast those motherfuckers
But do it like they won’t do
Straight to their face
Not sugarcoated and laced
Let them say same shit to you
They’re cowards fucking weasels
Weak minded basic bitches
They talk shit in packs stay on their backs
Cocksuckers and surely snitches
So let this be a platform
To post depressing stuff
Poems and rhyme schemes
Lyrical feels but to the bullies
I’ve had enough
So to all you lurking simpletons
Judgmental while you read
Come here for your glory
To enhance your life’s story
But we share to do a good deed
Relating to likeminded souls
Probably shit you don’t much about
Doesn’t mean our life sucks
We just give no fucks
The realest without a doubt
Don’t hate on our ability
To articulate in ways you’re not able
Instead give props where due
Hit the like get a clue
Our words do not mean we’re unstable
Christine Elizabeth
Mon 30th Sep 2019 22:30
Thanks for reading and for the comments don and Jason—of course we are all at least a little unstable but not more than those who don’t write it out creatively. I think that’s what I was trying to say I confused myself a little with that last sentence but it def makes sense in my head ?