Your lies never stop,
your like the boy who cried wolf.
You make up things to get pity,
but your words hold no worth.
You think you can still wound me,
you think I still care.
Your just a lying old woman,
who swears life's unfair.
You already took him from me,
how much more damage can you do?
You tell people IM a freak,
your words are not new.
You try to take credit for what I accomplish,
you put me down for my shame.
For this I have but one wish,
YOU'D JUST FORGET MY DAMN NAME!
You take too much pleasure in my torture,
you laugh at my pain.
You think it will never catch you,
but your thoughts are in vain.
One day no one listen,
you feel all alone.
You will try again to call me
I won't be at home.
I will be out living my life,
your name long forgotten.
You will see what it feels like!
Your the apple gone rotten.
May 2004
Dedicated to the wicked Stepmother (if she is even worthy of that name)
