Problem.

Fake.

That's the only word I can fathom to use to describe you.

Your nasally laugh sputtered from a feigned interest,

Your black died hair ironed to an unhealthy straightness,

The heavy lines around diffident eyes,

Hate.

Insecure.

That's the single word I can label you as.

With your exaggerated lies spread with an innocent melody,

it sounds like ragged, greedy breaths of a person deprived of oxygen.

Your angry gaze,

Contrived sweetness in the worst of ways.

Jealousy.

Disaster.

That's the way to define you.

With your poison tongue,

With your insecurity,

With your jealousy,

With your hate,

With your falseness,

With your anger.

Problem.