my friends tell me not to trust him
they say who knows what lies he makes up
they say who knows if that is his real name, age.
but i know
they say i should be careful and not give anything out
they say i shouldn't even talk to him
but i know
they say he might've practiced all those things he said to me
they say he could have copied a poetry book
but i know
i know that i should be careful
i know that i shouldn't give anything away
i know that he could have made them up
but i also know that he didn't
i know the way he talks
the way he laughs
and the way acts
even though i never met him
i just know sad
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i am happiness. i am sorrow. i am anger. i am envy. i am jelousy. i am everything yet nothing. i am a huge whole in my body thats sucks everything in yet nothing comes out.
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