Constipated

Does it hurt to know what you have done?
Do you already know what you have become?
So lost you are in this realm of fools
To think you've become one of them tools.
The hurt you've caused the people around
The world acts as your very playground.
Think not of the time when you enjoyed bliss
But think now of a time where you'll remain dissed.
The world before you has crumbled to a stop.
And I'll be the one to take you to the top.
The top of the bosses who'll scurry you down
To the realm of darkness where you'll never be found.
Yes I hate you. Truly despise you.
Humor me will yah, or maybe, just not.
I'll spit and pound you, give it all I've got.

You are scum. The lowliest creature on this planet earth.
To think again I liked you. Oh God, heaven forbid. For I am only human.
Never again will I succumb to this t**d.