Do you know what I think of when I hear your name?
         I think of someone cruel and ugly.
                   The type of person mean enough to kick puppies!
                            Honestly, the one person that even Mother Theresa would hate.
                                    No one can fix you,
                                             No one can put you back together.
                                                    You're just a broken little person.
                                             Who will one day understand,
                                     Understand the reasons for the hatred,
                            The reasons for the sadness!
                  One day you will see,
        You will be no longer blind,
You will see why we hate you,
        You will look into our eyes, and see the pain you caused.
                  Our fear is your fault.
                            Yours, and yours alone.
                                    How could you not know,
                                             *What you've caused?