Crybaby
She is always playing victim, seeking validation desperately.
She is not woman enough to handle conflict without her attorney.
Her bitter heart seems to hate more successful women who seem to have it all.
Whenever she feels triggered, the manager will get a call.
She hates seeing these kinds of women smile, it brings tears to her eyes.
Like a scared little girl she clings to her doofus husband like he is some kind of prize.
It grosses her out to see me happy.
She has tried turning friends against me to make my life crappy.
But in those attempts she did not succeed.
Most people know she is a miserable crybaby indeed.
She can't stand the sight of me so whenever she comes my way,
I smile and wave and shout, "See you next Tuesday!"
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