You Poem by Kylee Bartz

You promise me you care
But I know you lie
Because when you tell me you still love her
You make me want to die

You say you want to be with me
And you say you really do
But if you did then can't you try
And make my dreams come true?

You call me when you need it: some sexual fun
I give you it but now you need to know that I'm done

Why should I be your object
If you never give a damn?
You only think about yourself
You are such a sham

A poser and a fake
You admitted that you are
So why can't you just go and die
Become the nothing you really are