Fakes: Part 2

Then you change it, just like you would if for different seasons you were decorating, And you say it's none of my business, You tell people you're reinventing, Renovating. You say trying new things makes you happy, But even I know that's a lie, You hate change, and take it from me, Last time that happened, many tears you did cry. But hey, I'll butt out, Because I know your true nature now. Not to say it still doesn't hurt, Because it does, You tossed me outside onto the ground into the dirt, Just like you would a dustpan full of dust. Guess all I ever actually meant to you, Was just someone who you'd use to benefit from, Then I guess it's true, I absolutely am so very niave and dumb. And don't think that I've forgotten some of the others things one of you has done, Because I haven't and never will, Because that's a burn that never heals, Sometimes, instead of reminiscing on old times, I'd rather bring to my head a gun, Like the loved one I lost that way, When you were being rude, And after other things, were what I wished you persued, But instead, you fed on my emotional dismay. While I sometimes secretly hope you'd experience that same pain that traumatized me so, I pray for you, I pray for the others too...