... Pfft, I know who Im talking about.
You took me, and turned me into a puppet. You used me, I was only someone to make you look better. I was only a toy for your reputation for whatever it was, and I never noticed it.
You were a selfish, annoying, completely-spoiled little brat who believes she can snap her fingers and get her crown. I was your friend, I trusted you were someone who was actually.. real. I thought our secrets were something true, every moment with you was fun. But its only fake now that I see. You buttered me up, used me, and then dumped me in nowhere because I was suddenly useless. Because I was suddenly noticing. Seeing, and understanding, you were using me.
I was the only person in the world who actually liked you as a friend, the only one to get you to literally speak out in public, and I was someone who would want to be around you. I don't know anyone else who liked you, and I don't get why I didn't notice sooner.
They didn't like you because they were your previous toys, now broken and can no longer be fixed. I was stupid, believing you were a real friends. Believing you where someone trustworthy of being friends with. You ruined my social skills, too.
I had to be your friend. I couldnt know anybody else, or you would scare them away or hurt me because I wanted other friends. You were suddenly jealous, and you would rid anybody I knew. But then, I really thought it was just me. I thought I was a horrible person, and it only helped you more.
Until I met those two real people, real friends, real and sane beings who weren't as selfish as you, They were my guide. They were who helped me through it all with you. They didnt care about you, they weren't scared off. You couldnt do anything but hurt me because I was the only one left.
I was your fricken verbal punching bag, you started to hate me. You would steal my stuff, break it, and when I really did stand up against you, you did your sad sob stories to get back at me. Your innocence was coated in my blood, but you only recognized it as your own.
I was suddenly a very lonely person, but the company of the two real friends I had, were what pulled me up from my puddle of blood. I wasn't afraid of you, and I was willing to pound your pretty face in if I got the chance. I was actually growing stronger, and your toy had a mind of its own for once.
You chickened out, you stopped calling. You stopped coming to the building. You stopped. Just... stopped.
Myspace, I cursed you out just as equally I would with my fists. But you went all whiny, and it turned into some soap opera.
Soon enough It came to the point I had to come face your pity-potty mouth. I came to that doorstep, I grasped to that paper.
That paper, everything was written. Everything I hated about you, everything you did to me, basically my side of this story. But you 'werent there', and you were suddenly moving somewhere. You just dropped out, a wuss at its best. I was hoping to give you your own fistful of information, but noooo. You are just sickening, and I cant believe you ruined everything those two years. TWO YEARS, I suffered under your use.
But you made me grow. Even though im terrified of making new friends... and Im horrible with socializing, I know to stand my grounds. I know when I should just ignore, or swing a punch into their set of teeth. Im not scared to be standing up for myself.
Im not scared, as long as I feel I did whats right. Only I know what really happened in this mess of a story, no one else. No one can know what I felt. What I felt under your verbal abuse, and your usage of me. Only I know what It was like to see the real you, and I feel sorry for the next sap to know you.
To those two people in my life that made a difference, you guys did something big. You were there.. you helped me. You were my coaches in this fight, and I grew because of it.
I changed. Bad, and good. And now, I just hope that little princess understands her life is gonna suck later.
You took me, and turned me into a puppet. You used me, I was only someone to make you look better. I was only a toy for your reputation for whatever it was, and I never noticed it.
You were a selfish, annoying, completely-spoiled little brat who believes she can snap her fingers and get her crown. I was your friend, I trusted you were someone who was actually.. real. I thought our secrets were something true, every moment with you was fun. But its only fake now that I see. You buttered me up, used me, and then dumped me in nowhere because I was suddenly useless. Because I was suddenly noticing. Seeing, and understanding, you were using me.
I was the only person in the world who actually liked you as a friend, the only one to get you to literally speak out in public, and I was someone who would want to be around you. I don't know anyone else who liked you, and I don't get why I didn't notice sooner.
They didn't like you because they were your previous toys, now broken and can no longer be fixed. I was stupid, believing you were a real friends. Believing you where someone trustworthy of being friends with. You ruined my social skills, too.
I had to be your friend. I couldnt know anybody else, or you would scare them away or hurt me because I wanted other friends. You were suddenly jealous, and you would rid anybody I knew. But then, I really thought it was just me. I thought I was a horrible person, and it only helped you more.
Until I met those two real people, real friends, real and sane beings who weren't as selfish as you, They were my guide. They were who helped me through it all with you. They didnt care about you, they weren't scared off. You couldnt do anything but hurt me because I was the only one left.
I was your fricken verbal punching bag, you started to hate me. You would steal my stuff, break it, and when I really did stand up against you, you did your sad sob stories to get back at me. Your innocence was coated in my blood, but you only recognized it as your own.
I was suddenly a very lonely person, but the company of the two real friends I had, were what pulled me up from my puddle of blood. I wasn't afraid of you, and I was willing to pound your pretty face in if I got the chance. I was actually growing stronger, and your toy had a mind of its own for once.
You chickened out, you stopped calling. You stopped coming to the building. You stopped. Just... stopped.
Myspace, I cursed you out just as equally I would with my fists. But you went all whiny, and it turned into some soap opera.
Soon enough It came to the point I had to come face your pity-potty mouth. I came to that doorstep, I grasped to that paper.
That paper, everything was written. Everything I hated about you, everything you did to me, basically my side of this story. But you 'werent there', and you were suddenly moving somewhere. You just dropped out, a wuss at its best. I was hoping to give you your own fistful of information, but noooo. You are just sickening, and I cant believe you ruined everything those two years. TWO YEARS, I suffered under your use.
But you made me grow. Even though im terrified of making new friends... and Im horrible with socializing, I know to stand my grounds. I know when I should just ignore, or swing a punch into their set of teeth. Im not scared to be standing up for myself.
Im not scared, as long as I feel I did whats right. Only I know what really happened in this mess of a story, no one else. No one can know what I felt. What I felt under your verbal abuse, and your usage of me. Only I know what It was like to see the real you, and I feel sorry for the next sap to know you.
To those two people in my life that made a difference, you guys did something big. You were there.. you helped me. You were my coaches in this fight, and I grew because of it.
I changed. Bad, and good. And now, I just hope that little princess understands her life is gonna suck later.
I kinda broke my laptop, so I will not be rping until it gets fixed :3
