It started with your sweet lies, and deceiving smiles,
With empty words of gratitude, and apologies without any weight.

Your method changes every now and then,
To make sure I would notice the mistreatments.
Little did you know, I know your favorite talent;
That is to sharpen your tongue, every waking moment.

You thought I didn't hear because I didn't mind;

You thought I didn't understand because I didn't get mad;
You concluded I'm dumb because I didn't talk back;
Yet, you get mad every time around; 
Whenever you hear my frequent laugh.

But let me help to clear your thoughts for once;

Don't misinterpret my silence for weakness.

Because to tell you a secret;

You are not acting in your appropriate age.

I guess you aren't familiar with the word maturity?
But why I even asked.
When It's obvious, you're going through your immaturity.

Needless to say, I am also at fault,
If you consider our age.
To tell you the truth about myself;
I was too lazy to waste my energy on nonsense stakes.

Oh! Dear, you haven't known how lucky you are!
I wasted my precious time to create such poem of a lifetime;
Just to give justice to your effort for a very long time;
Because I know, I've been consistently running in your head since the beginning of time.

Just thinking about it, it puts a knot on my stomach;
Not because of appealing but for the synonyms of distaste.
I guess you're not only acting like a child but also acting like an obsessed stalker of mine.

But,

Truth be told,
We're not even friends, to begin with,
Our feelings aren't mutual.
Because I'm not into girls who look like a scary clown,

 who's lurking in my backyard.

~Darkcamelot