You F*****g Eyesore

A poem about being bitter.

I wonder if we took all your shortcomings into account

Would they even be significant in merit?

Or would they themselves be a testament to how f*****g pathetic I find you to be

You can laugh as if my personality is a satire or a cheap lie

But I sincerely see you like a sharp needle in my eye

You're so repugnant I can barely stand to stare at how revolting you are until I vomit

Then start to scratch deep searching for some kind of tolerance

Hidden behind my reddening hollow eye sockets

And I know I'm as bitter as the middle of the winter

But I hope my breath leaves blisters and causes you to shiver

When I walk by while you’re hand in hand with your passionate ignorance

How passively you look at your own insignificance

I know it's all a lie but to survive I'll believe it true

If I don't deserve to be happy then neither do you