P.S. I Hate Who I Am

I was looking for a best friend.
I found the perfect girl.
Every one told me not to.
I thought I'd give her a chance.
God damn, now I know.
I was stupid not to listen,
To the rumours and the lies (truths)
That they would say.
She seemed to be nice and sweet
And then it all went away.
But then agian I am really not that mad.
I did it to my self.
She was just a chapter in my life
And I got through it
Stronger than before.
So I thank you, (insert name here),
For taking a peice of
My ability to trust and
Making me who i am.

There is this boy
Who I love and adore.
To bad he is to immature
To know when enough is enough.
He was so smart
And funny
And amazing.
But then I made a mistake(or not),
And tore his world apart.
Now his faorite words to say
Are "Man I just scored some great blow!"
And I know I shouldn't be the one
To talk.
But I do know when to stop.
So again, all I can say
Is thank you for placing
The most unbearable guilt upon me and
Making me who i am.


(P.S. I hate who I am.)