you wonder why you are so despised
but behind you, I'm rolling my eyes
you think you are so pleasant to be around
but in my head I'm thinking of ways to make you drown
you want to believe that you deserve a spotlight
but every day you say that makes me want to slaughter you in the night
you don't care if i say no, you'll take it as a yes
it makes me believe you have a brain less and less
you complain about all your rivals
but even i regret your arrival
you keep rubbing in my face how many more friends you have than me
but you probably know i feel so gloomy
you don't care what i say, unless it's about you
you've read all my poems but you can't take a clue
but wait, i just realized how sad you are.
you rate your own poems 5 stars because "you deserve 5 stars".
you only join writing sites to make friends and they don't even like you.
you think you are a beautiful disaster but no your, just a disaster.
you want to be so perfect that you would starve yourself.
you want so much sympathy and when you don't get any, you throw a tantrum.
you keep whining about how much you want to die that you make me want to used you as a punching bag.
you keep showing me pictures of yourself and asking "doesn't that look cool?".
and when i say yes in a nervous voice that doesn't i actually like the picture or the person in it.
most of my poems are about how much i hate you and sometimes it is crystal clear.
but you are so feeble-minded that you can't even figure out that the poems are about you