I wrote this poem last summer, I was pretty upset(If you couldn't tell). But writing is how I vent my emotions, happy,sad, or mad. When you release your thoughts onto something that's visible, it's a little easier to let go of the past and start over new.
Was I being naive?
When I didn't look past your disguise,
And I didn't see past your lies.
I didn't believe what they told me,
But I didn't have to because you showed me.
Who you really are deep inside,
And everything you were trying to hide.
The games are getting old,
And the tricks are the same.
But you still find someone else to blame.
You can't blame me for believing in you,
Thinking you could become someone new.
You're incapable of change, that I know see.
I wish I hadn't been, so naive.