Gold Mouth. Hannah D. McClendon

I was for her,

      as bad as I wanted her

      to be my best friend

      the more she turned

      into my worst enemy

      drama was all she wanted to see,

      Deep down

      she didn’t care for me,

      And I could tell by the way

      she would stare at me

      from across the table,

      Friendship;

      A beginning to an end

      that did everything but end well,

      the only correction she could add

      Was the fact that I forgot to mention

      the tension she would cause

      every time we saw each other,

      Every time I hear her name

      I cringe,

      My mind twists back to the ending;

      our friendship had

      loose ends left untied,

      unbothered,

      untied;

      unmovable

      until the day we both die,

      I let myself be subject to her misery;

      misery loves company,

      I stayed as long as I could

      Until you told me I wasn’t good enough

      for your friendship

      Face The Music.

      When you put on that new identity,

      that new persona,

      it was impossible for me

      to recognize you,

      your new status

      in your fraternity

      like prosopagnosia,

      but your face;

      so ugly to me,

      your lies all came together

      like some demonic symphony,

      like the voices

      flooded my head as chants,

      I was poisoned

      that’s why I tested you rants;

      I cried out for help

      but only received silence,

      the only way to quiet these voices

      is through rituals;

      ones I promised myself I’d given up,

      I had no choice

      you picked up the phone,

      now you’re concerned,

      the blood soaking through my veins

      was enough to make you go insane,

      you’re not welcome here

      you’re too late

      don’t call me now,

      accept the fate

      I exposed you;

      texts or calls

      you choose it,

      your lies can no longer kill me

      now go and face the music,

      Vulnerable.

      I’m so sorry

      I didn’t mean to snap on you,

      I don’t know what’s gotten into me;

      my rage blew up

      like a balloon in my chest

      I’m so sorry

      I can’t tell you how I feel

      I don’t want to sound insane

      Just let it go,

      I’m not opening up to you

      I just don’t trust you enough;

      not yet

      God, I wish I wasn’t this way;

      every man makes me angry,

      there’s no way to explain my pain

      every time you leave it causes me pain

      every time you laugh

      every time you cry

      I’m crazy

      I don’t mind you thinking that,

      just tell me you don’t hate me after all of that

       He's running from himself

       No one can even catch up with him,

       He tries to please everyone with a smile

       The world just throws him the middle finger,

       He tries to hold everything together

       With his own to hands,

       His family is leaving him

       He has no one,

       He doesn't know when to let go

       Ask God to take control,

       The world will only chew him up

       Spit him out

       If only there was a way to help his starved,

       Beaten up soul.

       If only there was a way to let him know

       That his God cares so much about him