L. Foster

Poem By Crystal Maresh

She thinks she's better then us.
Thinks the world revolves around her.
believes she can use us for her entertainment,
for her pleasure and pain.

She's not all that important.
She stabs people in the back,
betrays them, turns people against them.
She controls them and abuses them.
They just don't see it.

Part of me wishes that they can look at the big picture,
see her for who she really is.
The conniving, manipulative, controling female.
But another part of me, belives that they deserve it.
They deserve to be used, and abused.

But i guess only someone who's known her for long enough
can fight her control and be free of her.
I hope her kid doesn't turn out like her,
cause then i'd be really dissapointed.

She should understand that she can control them
for only a little bit, before they rebel against her.
But i hope that she can see this coming,
because as long as she continues to follow down this path,
then she will loose the people she controls.

But really she's not all that,
not the alpha female, nor the prima donna.
She is just an insecure little person
who can't stop using people
can't stop back stabbing,
can't stop betraying,
and can't stop causing people pain.

This is the truth, of someone
who was used and betrayed by her,
someone whose known her longer
and who saw the bigger picture.

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