Not Real


Judy Montes

Losing my trust when you believed

Believing the person who blame their misfortune on me

I’m not as bad as you hear

You’re so naïve

I was the one with you at your worse

You knew how broken I was

To befriend the person who hurt me more

Knowing that I’m like a forbidden book,

That people can’t open or read

Yet you couldn’t care less

You broke me first, I tried picking up the pieces.