She's like a fly
The one that circles you endlessly
Until you swat it away
But then, right when you're sure it's gone
There she is again,
Watching you with those beady eyes.

I've said it thousands of times:
You make me miserable,
Because you are a miserable
Almost-human being.
A manipulative *****-
That's all you amount to.

While I scream this into your face,
A timid voice in the back of my head
Says: I am not much better.
And it's true. Deep down,
My harsh honesty makes me just like you.
A manipulative *****.

But at least I'm not afraid to admit it, right?