Hate
I loathe you,
Worthless shrew,
You make me sick,
Lying to all just to tick,
Everything you are is nothing,
Just pretending to be something,
You shouldn't dream,
For all you create is steam,
Your hopes are for naught,
It all ending in rot,
Pathetic child,
Don't you think it's wild,
I hate what I see,
Too bad what I'm looking at is me.
Copyright © Eire Toyekoyah | Year Posted 2013
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