Dear Whoever

Dear whoever you call yourself now.
I dislike you.
I can't stand you.
I think you are scum.

In this pitiful world.
You are just another IT.
Nothing special about you.

You lied.
You cried.
You are dead.

You are a faker who is a drama queen.
You are as mature as a two year old.
I once looked up to you, what did I see?

I can't believe I cried about you.
I can't believe I even trusted you.
Yet alone let you back in my life.

Dear whoever you call yourself now.
Please just drop dead.
Sincerely, your ex-friend.

© Megan Wheeler 2007