Treasure Island

Jessica Hastings


People choose the things they see


People tell me they love me
I ask them why
They tell me i'm pretty
And they like the way i smile
They tell me they think that i'm kind
They tell me that they care
Those people aren't in love with me
They are in love with the girl who smiles at them, who buys them cigarettes and who pretends to be happy. No one would be in love with the crazy, sullen bitch. And that's the truth.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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  • Bri Edwards (8/24/2013 6:44:00 PM)

    i added this to MyPoemList because it is well-written and sounds so honest. i'll overlook that it hasn't got rhymes. well, some crazy sullen person might be in love with you! you know, i've been told that there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. i suppose, but i don't want to have to explain it. thanks for sharing. bri (Report) Reply

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