Does It Ever End?

I feel betrayed
Shivering annoyed
Should have seen it coming
I don't write
Because of school poetry
But because it's what I've always done
So don't add that to the end
And don't talk about me
Like that
You don't understand death
You're just too stupid and too immature
You don't understand poetry or venting
Because you don't understand death
I was always afraid I would be talked about
And now my past poetry doesn't feel as good
You don't stop at anyone
Cliquish ways are your downfall
And you can talk to them about this
And say ooo she's weird
I don't care
Just don't talk about his death
And about how I let out