How could she just play with it,
Like I'm just a toy attached to a complete machine kit,
She always wanted me to look at her way,
But I wanted to stray away.

She never minds her surrounding,
She just keep on playing,
Her role is just directing,
The play that she thought that she is now winning.

Her face is so beautiful,
But when you look at her more it just look awful.
Her attitude isn't worth looking,
Nor even worth companying.

I don't want her to be sad and alone,
But she keeps on pushing and doing this on her own.
I thought that she's real to herself,
But lies surely kill her out on it's shelf.

I don't hold grudge at all.
I just don't want her to make me a fool.
She isn't the type of the one that I  trust at all,
She is the one who make people keep away their cool.

How can we believe her again,
When she keeps on trippin?
Does she ever think that it just pushed her loved ones away,
With her attitude that people can't bear to stay.

This poem is based on my real experience.  I just really hate her to the extent. She is lying to us so that we care about her. But in the other hand, she pushed us away with her lies. I just remembered the story of The Boy Who Cries Wolf, a children story and then I just found out that she was really like it. How can we trust her again if she's so desperate for our attention when she could be herself? She really think that we like her lies? Ugh. I'm so sorry for ranting here. Hope you enjoy the poems so far!