I watch them all,
And giggle softly.
I stand around,
And don't care if they notice me.
They sometimes glance around,
So clueless, not ones that "know".
Now every day,
The perplexity grows.
The girls are all leaches,
They seek to deplete & decieve.
The guys don't realize 'til too late,
Eventually they believe.
Oh, they've seen all the signs,
But their hearts ignore what they see.
And try to blow off the truth,
So their world seems happy.
We've become the ones who know,
Who watch from afar, their misery.
While nobody around,
Truly sees what's proceeding, but we.
We shake our heads,
They really can do better.
Maybe then their misery and games
Will become just a blur.
It will all turn,
Into a just memory.
A learning, practical memory
That you didn't want to, but had to see.
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