Lonesome

Nosey people everywhere and all about Tiny underwear while things pop out

Who you marry is no one's business

Who you divorce is the same

How much you earned this year

And greedy mistress- mistakes

Is none of their business

I can't complain

Rotten apples are to blame

But even more rotten snake

You have a plot to corrupt me

I won't be the same

I won't give in to temptation

I respect my self 

And I'm proud of my faith

I follow blindly 

You think you know me

You only know what I present to you

I've been blue and you ignored me

You don't see past the pictures 

In a magazine

So many filters and homes

So many building their own

I only hope you know what you're doing

I can't wait till I'm all to my lonesome

Self- could this be your feeling as well

Do you care at all!