Pretty no more.

You sit and look at your own reflection,
Admiring your own false perfection.
You smile because you’re happy with what you see,
Then you glance a sympathetic look at me.
Prettier than all, head up tall,
How I’m going to enjoy watching you fall.
Beauty isn’t always the key,
Making you no better than me.
You don’t care that I’m hurt or how I feel,
As long as your eyelids flutter you feel real.
You’ve told so many lies,
Each word you speak I just despise.
You traded me secrets and my soul,
In return got popularity and control.
You never did give a sh!t about me,
But my stupid eyes were to blind to let me see.
When people think your words are true,
It doesn’t really matter what you do.
You may be pretty but,
You’re a fu*king b!tch.
Still you look on ahead,
You’ve not even noticed I’m dead-
Trying to impress the only one who matters;
Yourself.
I won’t forget what you’ve done,
So don’t go thinking you’ve won;
Good will triumph over bad,
Soon I’ll be pretty and you’ll be sad.