Your skin is gray and sunk in with spite, shriveled and soulless.
Because of your hatred so many happy lives are now hopeless.
You slither and sneak into every safe and sacred space I seek.
Your "poor-pitiful-me" rutine is overdone, tired, and weak.
You're a nasty, neurotice, narcissistic bitch and you cannot see.
You damage and destory everything dear to me.
I swear somewhere Shakespeare saw somebody like you
Then and there he thought up The Taming of the Shrew.
Your life is constantly chaotic and continually over dramatic.
I considered confining your crazy, annoying, ass to the attic.
You're a poiison, piercing and penetrating into everything you see.
You damage and destory everything dear to me.
For years you've wondered why I won't deal with you.
You shattered my father's spirt, you thought nobody knew.
I've seen you destory and devasate my father day after day.
I have reason upon reason to hate your very being. Okay?
The reason I reserve over all the rest is you refuse to fucking see
You've damaged and destoryed everything dear to me.
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