Hope!

You, you, you are a cancer in my head!

I hoped for a lot
But, maybe, the most was you

Realization stung
Thought: "How cool are you!"

Then came the smack
You're rather shallow

And insecure
As well as mean

A wretch who needs
To put down others to feel good about herself

That kid is sick -
He can't help himself

So why do you laugh?
Do you get a kick?

That girl isn't ugly...
So why do you point and laugh?

Don't you feel pretty enough?
Or is your beauty outside hiding the ugliness?

And maybe I am stupid
But I'm no fool

I want none of that
I don't want you anymore

So next time you go down on him
Remember this:

So, please!
Live a good life

If only for me.
I hope you wallow in your s**t.