"THAT QUIET GIRL YOU ONCE LOOKED DOWN ON..." in "RESTLESS: POETICALLY-SPEAKING"

Don’ get me wrong
I let you do as you blab on
exposing more of you

You don’t know me,
but that’s okay
You only want to see
certain things that go your way

You think you’re all that
so damn proud to be bad
I think you’re raving mad
I’d rather hear a meowing cat

You don’t know my friends
You think I have none
when it’s the other way around

You’ve stepped on my turf
You really had the nerve
even when I kept quiet
you still caused a riot

You don’t know my real friends,
but I do
because they can see it too:

The ugliest truth about you.

R.