popular with all the guys.

i speak boy.
girls hate me; no passiveness for my condition...just pure hatred.
it aint my fault.
they love me.
adore me.
play me.
kill me.
they love my heart, i keep them entertained.
but no friends i aquire from the female species.
its hurt from their guys chasing me
hugging me
kissing me
im called slut
but they call me glory

i speak boy.