Walking By

You don’t even glance when you walk by,
neither do I, but what if everything you ever knew was a lie?
Stop feeding me your unemotional lines,
I could write your crap and post it up on a sign.
I’m a different person with every person I meet.
I can see right through your pre-written sheets.
Don’t tell me you know exactly what I’m thinking.
I could look you in the eye without even blinking,
and make you believe that you’re too deceiving.
Did I forget to mention I have no problem leaving?
So stop with your stupid unreliable scripts,
even though I’m the only one that knows it’s nonsense.
I could drop you completely out of my life,
and I wouldn’t even have to think about it twice.
But I won’t ’cause I’m having too much fun with this.
You think that to me we have any significance?
I apologize if I’m sounding a little cold-hearted,
But if I really cared I would have never gotten started.
Little did you know I had this whole thing mapped out.
Don’t take it personally, you’re not my only route.
Sometimes I wish I could feel like most,
but then I remember I’m an emotional ghost.
So don’t worry about me, take care of yourself.
I’m wasting my time keeping you on my shelf.
Stay genuine and perfect like I made you believe.
You got what you deserved and it will finally relieve, the pain.

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I'm 18 years old and a freshman in college. I live my life and use writing as a way to process my emotions.
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