Mar 25, 2006 20:16
I thought her words were honest and sincere.
That we could at least be friends.
But she is just like all the rest.
Her thoughts of me tainted by the witch of my past.
She thinks like every other judging eye.
That I’m just some freak.
To poke and prod for amusement.
To tease with hope.
Then take away and watch me squirm.
Actions speak louder then words.
And her actions don’t support her words.