material girl

I have things to do, for myself. I can't sit around and wait for you to grow up. I can't hold your hand and tell you what's the difference between right and wrong. Acceptable and disrespectful. These are life lessons I'm sure you've stumbled upon more then a time or two. But you turn a blind eye, playing the card of naivety and innocence. As if anything you do ever has a consequence. Or that anything you do could ever be riddled with bad intention. Personal gain with no thought to the people's feeling you sweep carelessly under the rug. I've watched you toy with emotions as if it's just some sort of game to you. Hurt people, good people who would keep you close if only you gave them a reason to. You put me in a place where I had to be as conniving as you. Keeping your secrets a secret from people that mean things to me. Forcing me to be perceived and viewed at the same level as you because as the saying goes "That's what best friends do".