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Jan 5
You're the reason I'm of the extinction mindset,
You're the reason the world will never be good,
You're the end of my hope, at the end of my rope
You'd just ask me if I'd paid for it myself

This poem won't be pretty, eloquent,
It will reflect you as you reflect in my every action,
In my every ****** thought, in the movies I watch
With you constantly in the back of my head

I hate you. Plain and simple, with so many synonyms;
Despise, loathe, resent, contemn,
Condemn yourself to dying alone, you thief
Of my life, my peace, my happiness,
You foul, petty creature, only concerned with money
And honesty, at the cost of all else
That may feel pain, for their pain is unjustified
In your cold, apathetic eyes

I write of our mother as though she lacks humanity,
But you are her spawn that carries it all for her,
Every last flaw of human nature is displayed
In your cruel, manipulative, entitled words,
Your ugly, crooked worldview in which only
The objective truth of subjective creatures
Like yourself get to thrive or live

I hope the meals I split with you taste like ash,
The moments I spend with you fade from mind,
My laughter hurts your ears every **** time,
My jokes poke through the ribs of your cage

If I could see you suffer from a distance,
If I were a bishop and you a pawn,
I'd suffer the consequence of treachery
To watch you get wiped off the board
And not take my obligatory revenge,
I'd take a knight's blade to my heart
Before responding to your ****** pleas

You're the reason I'm relapsing
Into eating cakes full of sugar and calories,
You cared so much before it was your work,
Now it doesn't ******* matter anymore

I wish I'd never told you to spend more time with me,
But I was only 13 (-ish) and I liked speaking English,
I couldn't have known I'd condemn myself
To sharing every **** dinner

Why need I split my life in two just for you,
So your sick, nosy, abrasive self can have
Just a little piece of everything I have
So you don't have to miss out on a thing

Words will never do justice to the feelings
That you make me suppress until one day I die,
You self-centered, selfish, hateful hypocrite,
I hope your resting place is nowhere near mine
Written; 2024.jan.5.
Someday
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