I'm an easy target
Left myself open
Blinded
Thought it was all in my head
You aimed your daggers
Made plenty of shots
You should be so proud
Never had I stooped so low
You almost got me to hit the ground
Twelve inches of top soil over me low
For what?
Did I come off as a threat, jealousy, insecurities, or just because you could.
Now you know me
I'm just an abused slut
I'm trash, right
What the f*** is wrong with people
You won, don't you get it. I'm done. Stop
I've never been one to compete or out shine
I hate competitions
Ya, just don't know when you won, do you
I clearly look crazy, hell maybe I am
Go you!