When you thought she slept with your best friend because he was better than you…maybe you were right. Maybe he was a better lookin, better smilin, better all around guy. Perhaps you didn’t measure up. Maybe it’s time you face the fact that…maybe you were right.
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When he said, “This was the last time, I promise,” and you took his word for it, knowing it was a lie…maybe you were right. You figured that her tight abs, hooked up hair and masters degree was what drew him in. time to face the fact that..maybe you were right.
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When you thought she got tired of you because your game was whack…maybe you were right. You said that you understood that she was better than you deserved and you were lucky just to get a glimpse. She shook her head and walked away because…maybe you were right.
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When you told your girlfriends that he was too good for you and you thought you needed more of a thug…maybe you were right. Because the man you were with deserved more than a hoodrat minded broad just trying to get ahead of him along with the rest of the world. You felt you needed to be slapped silly. Mmhm…maybe you were right.
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Maybe, just maybe, you ARE the low life that you played at being. Perhaps it’s not a mask, maybe that’s just you. The self portraits that you paint…they couldn’t be further from the reflection in the mirror.
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It's like you bleed grape juice. I don’t have hard feelings about grape juice…wait, that’s a lie, I do. It's an imposter. Grape juice typically tastes NOTHING like grapes. Grape soda, grape candy, grape whatever doesn’t taste like grapes. I honestly wont partake in “grape flavored” anything. It’s a fallacy in which I choose not to participate.
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The next time any of us try to use guilt, pity, or any means other than our supposedly true selves to get further on down any road, we should grip the mirror bravely and see that MAYBE WE ARE RIGHT!
Copyright © 2009 Natasha Guy
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