I Hate Her

I hate her She’s ugly And mean Obsessive Obnoxious I’m not the Only one Others despise Her, too They say She’s a b*tch They give Her bad looks They talk about Her behind her back They make fun of Of her to her face She’s used To be abused She’s a lonely Soul with no life Nothing to do Nothing to look Forward to In life No one she Can really Depend on For help All of the People she Loved the Most left Her long ago No one wants To stick around Her, she’s too Pathetic for Their taste I know because That girl Is me.