if life was a sketch book I draw you ugly so you wouldn't be the perfect popular princess if life were a yearbook id scribble out your face and write the best profanities around the edges of your once neatly placed photo if life were a poem book Id white out your name in all the things that even remotely remind me of you put my name and qualities in it's pretty pathetic poemline if life were a glass of lemonade and you were the lemon and squeeze you to your dried little pulp you are not permanent you are no longer precocious you do not hold any purpose and you aren't the right prescription nor do you have the right to enjoy my present because your peppy ego and your high personification of yourself ****** me off because I'm here to push you to your petty limits so go away purge yourself with invisibility and puke until there is nothing left of your petite assets because when you're gone I wont have to look at you and wish I was you or have one ounce of  your prospering spirit. Because when you disappear I won't have to pretend that I don't love your elegance and all your precious preppy ways you phenomenal being please pretty pretty please with sugar plums on top give me peace