Sari's Poem.

well.. this is not a very *nice* poem.. heh.. but this is eventually going to be a collection of all my work.. and this is part of it.. so sari, even though we aren't fighting anymore, if you happen to read this. you've read it before. i'm just putting it in here. *** excuse me, you selfish fucking bitch when did you become such a fucking witch? i'm the whore? when you constantly bore me with stories of sex "hating" me but copying EVERYTHING i say and do. explain this one to me because i'm perplexed. move on. who's next? give me your best. stop fucking lying i never tried to raid your pathetic "love" nest. if i wanted your boyfriend i would have had him first remember i said no. and that's how it really happened. you're a filthy, slimey, concieted selfish pig. a heart so small matches your ego so big. i don't want your life and i NEVER envied you. pity is all i can offer. self-centered and YOU closed all the doors not me with your irritating personality. you're not the person you believe you are you think your the brightest shining star? you think you're so god damn great? then why the FUCK do you always complain about being surrounded by so much hate. you don't know what it's like. feeding off an innocent boy's love a twisted version you swear was sent from above. it's only in desperation you cling. what comes around goes around and you'll get yours knocked off your high horse with the rest of the mediocre whores. i can't WAIT to see what's in store. you'll never know pain though through those rose coloured glasses or those "vibrant" green eyes and those "lush" "long" lashes. you wench i hope you're forever stuck warming the bench. from here i can smell your hypocritical stench. how long did i wait on you? how long did i sit with you while you sulked and held back tears and complained and told me how you couldn't stand it how they all hated you how your family was evil believe me it got tiring but i tried for while then you had jon and i had gone out of style. so don't give me or anyone else that bullshit. i left you? you left everyone for him. you say *i* need the guy to be happy? that's an arguement you'll never win. but you know what, fuck this i'm done now. and all your misconceptions you can keep. because happiness is coming for me but you couldn't stick around to help me out of my slump. all you did was complain i was a bump in your good days. all the memories are becoming an eerie haze. i accept that it's over i accept that we don't work anymore. but i'll keep all the pictures because there must be a reason; there's got to be something we met for. but it just doesn't work. goodbye. and don't worry. i won't miss you much either. love michelle.