Liar
Content Warning: Loads of C-words again. Not super friendly to people that hate strong language, or attacks, or like, bad mean poems about bad mean things. I guess this is a letter to myself. I have been lying to myself for a while, maybe since forever. Have been getting better at recognizing it.
Liar
–by Becky WTGH(‘s past self who recently died)
You’re a fucking liar
You lied
and you’re a cunt
that makes you a liar cunt.
Don’t complain about your new name,
liar cunt.
Nobody made you lie
Nobody made you a cunt
You woke up
everyday, looked in the mirror
proclaimed to yourself
I will be a cunt !!
and I will lie about it
and make myself
a liar cunt.
You spare yourself from truth,
to perpetuate your delusion.
I suppose you feel I want it to,
I suppose you feel I want something from you.
Alas, you are boring, you are petty.
When we used to talk,
I guess you would get all sweaty…
Now I feel betrayed, confused,
lost at sea.
I close my eyes, and imagine you
lying to me, smiling.
That’s what you do–
you are a liar cunt.
Nobody made you get in this trunk.
Now you’re asking for a way out!
Asking me
the one you lied to
on which now you rely
I walk on by,
I owe you nothing;
you put yourself in this trunk.
You’ve always had the key,
don’t you see.
Please, just stop
lying to me.