You liar, cheat, a hollow shell,
A walking storm, a private hell.
Your words are knives, your smile’s a mask,
You fail at love, at every task.
You’re selfish, cruel, a parasite,
A shadow feeding off the night.
I curse your name, I spit, I sneer,
The world’s much worse with you still here.
But wait this rage, this bitter plea,
The mirror cracks… oh , it’s me
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