Does anyone ever tell you
that your poems ****
No, never
they bow and they drivel
they dont give a ****
and once hold you high
always pretending
"its never a lie."
Well,
you wouldn't know talent
if it rained from the skies
crashed upon your head
or
popped out your eye
"dont be so silly, talent does fall from the skies. "
Well you wouldn't know anyway,
your as dumb as your lies.
"Truth be told, i never liked you
Even when you tell the truth
your tongue is bitter
your words are full of filth
your eyes light up
when a lie presents itself
you take full advantage
like a kid ******** himself"
"well i never liked you either!"
you shout in your shriek, annoying voice.
"my brother my sister i hate my choice,
even more than i hate you."
"so why tell the lie,
say you like something
you really dont?
"is it hubris or jealousy,
that compels you to speak?
or do you understand
the words that are coming out of my mouth?"
You **** your head to the side,
just the way i hate. open your mouth,
all filled with negate.
"Dont do this or that."
you do it anyway.
"shut your mouth for two seconds,
listen to what i say.
I tell you that i love you,
and i do really like your poems.
Your so full of hate and
you despise the things you say.
desperate and alone, your meanness
drives everyone away.
So alone we will be, forever
trapped in our own minds.
Disgusted and hated,
Two of a kind.