Mandy's Poems

Don't know what you're missing,
don't know what you're giving up.
What are you to judge me?
Who are you to say how I feel?
You won't be so easily forgiven later on.
You think you own me.
I'm just your accessory.
Just don't expect sympathy
When you've screwed yourself over.
I'm done being your doormat.
You can step on someone else.
I'm through.