When did lying become a sport?

(i found this in my...British Lit. II notebook, because apparently I was constantly bored...)


I never signed up for all this,
the highschool drama that's attached
itself to every breath I take
like a third unnecessary lung.
Oh please, no apologies.
You're grown as hell sweetheart
and if you don't know what I'm talking about,
it's probably you.

Acknowledge all the faults.
Who ever said love was unconditional?
Use them and leave them
and come out the victim.
The path less traveled
is strewn with blood and hearts,
shattered pieces of the lives
of broken lovers.

Walking on the glass from
the mirror you shattered
when you didn't recognize your eyes
gives you seven years bad luck
that started ten years ago
when you took a wrong turn,
unknowingly staining the sheets
from pristine white to nonexistant.


(I know this has been neglected! I'm sorry! maybe I'll review "Orphan", which I saw last night. we'll see.)