Dear Little Miss I-Don't-Know-Who-You-Think-You-Are

Dear miss I don’t know who you think you are,
It’s called caring or compassion - the point is it has a name,
Not that you ever cared what was going on,
What the hell is your problem?

You say these things (well, you tell lies),
Make these promises that you’re never going to keep,
Vows you could never keep even before,
You’re nothing but dishonesty in school uniform.

You’ve never been anything but spoiled,
Never had to do any work or had to earn anything,
Life isn’t served on a silver platter honey,
Welcome to the real world they sheltered you from.

This is hell and not my world anymore,
You whisper lies to your adoring disciples,
Forgetting I was actually one of them (an eternity ago),
You can call me Judas but you’re the traitor here.

Open your eyes that were glued whut with mascara,
Close your mouth for once in your entire life,
Consider that you’re worse then nothing,
You think you’re loved but you’re not.

To think that I was the one who taught you these,
Words that tumble out of your mouth,
Long and clever do they make you feel clever?
Here’s something to chew on –you’re not.

You show off despite the fact you have no real talents;
Only for making us feel like we’re inferiority in human form,
Making out that despite all of the things you said you're the victim,

Making out that I'm the one who's skin-covered malice.

Newsflash; these things won’t wash in my world.
Newsflash; you’ve changed so much.
What happened to friends forever?
What happened to the everything and the anything and the nothing we shared?

Gone.
Just like your personality.
Just like all your good traits.
Just like my respect, love, whatever.
For you.