If you aren't laughing.
You're crying.
I.
Your secret advisor.
Sits behind the lines.
Waiting, watching.
Untill you slip.
And you come to me.
Expecting me.
Me, of course.
To solve you each and every problem.
Your secret best friend.
Anger.
Rages within me.
Yet I hold it.
Everytime I'm abou to blow.
Cause you say.
I'm all you've got.
Are you blind?!
Or just stupid?!
Cause you are surrounded.
Every second and mintue
Of your useless life.
I always.
Am on the sidelines.
There for you.
Yet.
I could scream.
All night.
For your help.
And you'd never.
Never, come to my aid.
I dream.
Of the day.
I'd just walk away.
And ignore your pathetic pleads.
But.
I know.
I'm not strong enough.
To just run from you.
You're always off.
With you naivity.
Then you come asking.
Where I've been?
Why I wasn't with you?
Well.
Here's the thing.
I'm sick.
Sick and tired.
Of being you shadow.
And being pushed away.
Like you didn't give.
A second thought.
You call on me.
As if.
As if I was your butler.
Or worse.
Your slave.
Sometimes.
No, always.
I wish I could just.
Smack your dumb face.
But I know.
It's better.
To lie low.
Be invisable.
Like I've done all these ruthless years.
I'm so.
So over.
You.
And your self-absorbed royalty.
And of my being.
Your joker.
A mere entertainer.
Serving you at.
Any time you wish.
We swore.
To give each other.
Our trust.
But never.
Never will I trsut you.
And you shouldn't.
Trust me.
You've wrecked me.
You've ruined me.
I've worn so thin.
I'm not sorry.
but
My paper skin.
Can't hold much longer.
Goodbye.
This is it.
No fairy-tale ending.
Wish you the best.
Without me.
So.
You won't come running back.
I've let go.
Now why can't you?
You're just hurting youself.
You know.
Once more.
Goodbye.
Haha..
The End.