SmarterThanEveryone

[Verse 1] I promised myself I wouldn't believe anything you say And remind myself that hearts of gold will often melt away She's not the nicest is she? So you're no angel yourself And I want to go to heaven but I hope there is a hell I pray to god for heaven but I hope to god for hell [Chorus] I don't care what you've been through I know you can still sense When it might be time time to drop it and make amends I don't care what you've seen I don't care what you've heard It would do you good to at least stop hating her [Verse 2] You spend every second together, still you cannot see What she'll do and what she won't do, you also do that to me

I see myself in the foggy mirror But my own reflection bores me to tears I'm the same whenever I look and so I shatter the glass In the repaired mirror, I check back later To see if time's made me any better but I'm still the same as hours ago and so I shatter the glass I walk through a house with walls of glass I see myself everywhere I pass and I'm always the same wherever I go and so I shatter the glass I can't escape or hide from myself And since I'm in a living hell Why try to shatter all the glass When I can just shatter myself?

Stop saying that. I hate the way you say that. The way you think we're at fault. You're the one at fault. That's why it sounds so unnatural. It just sounds so painfully unnatural! Because it's just so hypocritical! I've heard stories about you. And after I didn't believe the stories I've experienced you first-hand. So call me insensitive, But You are the one at fault.

This is not a great poem. It has no valuable meaning. I just want to tell you the story of The red balloon on the ceiling. I remember when I first laid eyes on this thing Tied to my house's flagpole On Valentines', which explains the shape- A red heart, with accents of gold. A few days after this was recieved, It floated up to the top Of my very tall living room We were worried that it would pop. But I came to it's rescue. Let me tell you the wondrous story Of how a young lady saved a balloon In it's heights of glory. (not rly) I was home alone at the computer, Supposed to be doing my work But instead I fucked around on Tumblr And looked

"I hate you" is a strong term. "I loathe every inch of you and when I see you I want to throw something at your face and punch your lights out and scream and cry and words cannot express how much I despise you" is an even stronger term. "I love you" is the strongest term of them all.

Wow. Really, what am I doing? There are other things that are more important right now than writing poetry. A school project that counts for an Enormous amount of my grade needs to be completed by Friday. And I have things planned tomorrow and the day after, so I have to finish it Right now. So, anyway, you know that feeling when you can't come up with ideas and Before you know it, you start acting like a second grader and you make an acrostic poem? The kind of thing that happens, Like, when your on meds that make you unable to think straight? Oh my God. The writer's block just got worse. I Can't believe this. Wait, no, yes I can.

You're making this really hard for yourself. And even harder for me. For everyone who ever cared about you. And that's more people than you may think. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like To take a look in your head. And then I did. And then I learned your secret. And it was terrible. And it explained everything.