It Wasn't Me

A poem about a girl who's being accused by someone she wanted to get together with.

Am I that repulsive?
Do I look bad?
Is my makeup smeared?
Why are you so mad?

I didn't say a word.
Without a glance.
I was told off.
Without a second chance.

You screamed in my face.
Didn't let me explain.
To me it's just drama.
To you it's a game.

I don't like him.
Who is he anyway?
What is his name?
But you have nothing to say.

I didn't lie.
I wasn't the fake.
Hell, I've never had even had that depressing first date.

So ignore who you like.
I don't really care.
If you don't trust me-
What's up with that stare?

Leave me alone?
You know what? Fine.
Here's how it's impossible.
You'll see in time.

You turn 18.
In less than a week.
You'll be happy and gay.
Until you see the receipt.

That night I was out.
But not with your guy.
You know what she said
Was nothing more than a lie?

I was getting your present.
A special one no less.
It's an album of us.
Because I though you were the best...