when you were younger
and still cute
I was so excited for you to grow up
and be my best friend
looking back
I don't know what I was thinking

maybe back then
I was too young to see
the monster that you would grow to be
My Bad

now you're older
and like wet bread
you got moldy with age
heaven knows what you will be like ten years from now

your hands are sticky
you feel no remorse for the things you rob
your once platinum hair has turned the color of watery beef stew
like a living metaphor

you shed so many tears
you could give water to every thirsty soul on earth
if only they were made of water
and your cheeks weren't dry
when you finished your show

you stubby little body
hold so much evil
your chubby little hands
carry to many things that are not yours

people say I am crazy
for resenting a little angle
but they can’t see
past the glinting chocolate eyes
that hide your uglyness