No, no, no my dear you don’t understand <br />He wants me bad and he offers his hand <br />He wants to look after me and take away my pain <br />But im a cynic and I see what he will gain. <br /> <br />A pretty girl on his arm, who knows the right friend <br />Sure she’s messed up, but she’s the means to an end, <br />‘Man, how’d you get her? She’s pretty damn hot’ <br />They whisper to him, like I’m a trinket he’s got. <br /> <br />So he is in their gang, but he doesn’t see <br />That they’re all just as f**king messed up as me! <br />Damage control as the rumours spread <br />Of secret affairs and misdemeanours in bed. <br /> <br />So yes he kisses me, and walks me home, <br />Right to the door…but then I’m alone.<br /><br />Amy Carmichael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-price-of-popularity/
