Knowing

I know all of your lies,
Part-time poet
Made of... Oops, almost name dropped - that was sly.

The stories you tell your friends over cocktails
Another lie, read between the lines.
All the jokes about 4am cries
Message deleted, binned 
Don't wanna hear no more lies, sigh.

She thinks she's flawless - honestly, she's clueless.
Living in her mother's shadows
Her self-righteous and ego getting in the way yet again, what a joke.

She claims she stopped loving,
Used me, bruised me.
I'm not hurting,
but I hear she's still crushing.

It's a closed chapter, closed accounts.
Getting stressed, true colour comes out
Collecting money, what would Ye be saying? Gold digger mmhmm
Though I won't be singing "get down girl go 'head, get down", yuck.

Can't you see?
Writing poems in reply with mockery. 
Ha. The truth is out.
The real knowing.