A one man wrecking ball.
You see him surrounded by admirers’
Never alone, always a pair.
You think, him? Everyone loves him.
He must be a Good Guy.
Yet you haven’t seen him in almost a year and you still have nightly nightmares.
The things he said and did haunt your thoughts daily.
“People aren’t all good or all bad”
You remind yourself.
But how come no one else sees the bad?
How come he’s allowed to hurt people with no reproach?
A broken boy who stacks his defenses up and launches a war at the first sign of storms
But he doesn’t see himself for the storm.
I wanted too much, I came on too strong, I cried one too many times.
Does that mean that I deserved to be treated like a villain?
Did I deserve to be told “everyone hates you. Stop crying, we all know you’re faking it”?
Of course not but nobody sees that.
Or they all averted their eyes and pretended I was the evil girl who deserved it.
It’s easy to justify your actions when you shut out the damage you’ve done.
It’s easy to say “it wasn’t my fault” when you have a whole chorus of followers behind you, cheering on your vindictive ways.
I can not blame him for being charismatic or being loved
But I do blame him for using it against me.
For trying to hurt me because he wasn’t ready to heal himself.
Because what people don’t see is the trail of broken hearts and broken girls
Left behind in the wake of a one man wrecking ball.
pretty words for wicked girls 