I Hate

I hate The way you talk The way you act The way you treat others As if you're a perfect child of God You're like a plate Or a porcelain So beautiful to look at But feels so good to hit on the wall I hate The way you point at other's flaws The way you look at others The way you see yourself Like you're a perfect Barbie doll from a mall Oh please stop what you're doing You hypocrite Judgmental idiot Who looks highly of herself Don't give that cr*p Because girl, you're just like me A mirror from an abandoned house Full of dirt, full of cracks