Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I hear the stories
How they end up used.
They always bore me,
Even when they were battered and bruised. 

They all day how, "he" took it,
How they cried all night.
But I ask why they never fought for it,
I've never seen my answer or the light.

I can't even watch
As they purposely lost.
They could have stepped it up a notch
And maybe fought. 

I guess it's just a stupid story
All they do is make
It always sounds so corny
And I guess what anger me more is how much they hate. 

They target him in ways none can imagine.
Throw him to the ground 
As if he is a sin
And soon, I feel he will be no where to be found. 

What a story that group of girls make
I see him flinch just at the look of the group,
I see now the story is fake,
As if everyone was the soup.