Poetry

Freeze, put your hands up
You've been finally caught
Hand in the cookie jar,
Not doing what you ought.

Or maybe you don't realize
Why I'm backing away
Well let's just say I saw you
For what you really were today.

Manipulative; that's all you are
You're chasing after a fallen star

It won't end well
When you collide
When truth and lies 
Coincide

Have fun with that
Go chase your dreams
Leave behind you
Echoing screams

From the games you play
With things you say
Cutting in ways
That hurt for days

Un-necessary fights
Punching out lights
Blinded sights 
And crying nights

No more.