Turning Black
This is about a boy who hurt me and I now hate. Note* I wrote this a long time ago and no one was killed or hurt in the process of writing this...just angry words...
When you like a boy
And they don’t like you back
They use you like a toy
And soon you’re turning black
It happened to me once
A crazy thing to say
I feel like a dunce
Crying to this day
He pretended lied and cheated
Just to get his way
And to my best friend he greeted
In my great dismay
My heart was racing
As he came near
Knowing that before he had been pacing
I knew he would call me "dear"
But he walked right through me
And tapped her on the shoulder
He asked If they could be
My anger wouldn’t smolder
She said Oh yes that would be great
And I became a ball of sadness
He used me as his bate
And soon that ball became a ball of madness
I screamed and shouted
Cried to myself
And then revenge I scouted
And that’s how I became black..
I stabbed him in the back
He tried to get into my head
And look at him now, he’s dead
And they don’t like you back
They use you like a toy
And soon you’re turning black
It happened to me once
A crazy thing to say
I feel like a dunce
Crying to this day
He pretended lied and cheated
Just to get his way
And to my best friend he greeted
In my great dismay
My heart was racing
As he came near
Knowing that before he had been pacing
I knew he would call me "dear"
But he walked right through me
And tapped her on the shoulder
He asked If they could be
My anger wouldn’t smolder
She said Oh yes that would be great
And I became a ball of sadness
He used me as his bate
And soon that ball became a ball of madness
I screamed and shouted
Cried to myself
And then revenge I scouted
And that’s how I became black..
I stabbed him in the back
He tried to get into my head
And look at him now, he’s dead
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