letters to a stranger

how long has it been since i last knew you.

all those crap about caring for anything at all,
all just bullshit.
and i know.
lies and more lies,
a game of mere deceit,
did you think you could paly me?
how am to to believe it,
when your actions just contradict
every single of the words you spout.
did you think it would be so easy?
i've always stood by the policy
of believing what i see.
nothing else.
i remember the countless times,
when you had problems,
you, not me.
but somehow you'd make it a point,
to have to drag me into it.
what, do you expect people to just help you cos you wanted them to?
you're no queen, though you evidently think otherwise.
and jus wad makes you tink the whole damn world is gonna help you?
we're charitable people,
but that charitable?? hardly.
but that just aint the best part of it.
you ask for so much, expect so much,
but give so little.
wait. none at all.
complain and complain and complain,
and jus cos people arnt bowing to you,
you make it a point to give that snobbish,
oh-i'm-too-good-for-ure-lousy-problems look.
screw you.
you tink oyu're too good for anyone?
well tink again.
you aint good enough for nobody.
so mind you if you could shut that little ass mouth of yours,
spare me the whining, the bitching,
the insults with no pinch.
you had so much to say about others,
tink back a particular bballer.
but dont you realise?
you're guilty of everything you help against him.

its laughable.
the way you go around,
acting as if you're so damn great.
jus cos you're the fuckin spoilt rich kid,
doesnt give you any right.
you tink you're so godfucked superior?
and i jus cant stand the ego anymore.
the very same fault you saw in so many others,
now lie in you.
who really gives a shit about you're day?
its boring to say the least.
and face it.
you're a coward.
act, thats all you can do.
only knowing to hide behind others,
illusions of the innocent self.
too afraid to face the truth are you?
i'm sick of the act chioness,
i'm sick of the act cuteness,
i'm sick of the act sehness,
i'm plain sick of you.
(and your'e ugly face too.)

quit the trying already.
cos it wont work.
i'm not one to forgive easily,
and no matter how hard you try,
there is just no way back.
chuck that pathetic mask already.
i dont really care if the whole world likes you,
for i wont, no matter how you try to make me,
no matter how anyone tries.
there are things which cannot be undone,
faults that cannot be overlooked,
and i dont plan to.
the acting, the attention seekingness,
its irritating the fuck out of me.
not like you would care.
but spare a thought for others.
its noise pollution i tell you.

the irony of it all,
when the very basis that we were formed,
is now the very basis we fall apart.
the very one person who brought us together,
is now the exact same person taking you away.
its over.
i'm done with trying.
there just is no point.
every move i make,
its never right.
every step is a wrong one,
for you've already laid the path before me,
but i'm not walking there.
my life will move on
jus like yours' have.
and i hope we cross paths again.
so i can beat the fuck out of u all.