Why shouldn't people like you?
You write well, you dance, you sing,
And you know what? So do hookers.

It was terrifying how you would always turn to me when no one was looking,
When I couldn't run away
When I couldn't scream
Like how people always trap me in the corner during checkers
I'm supposed to be good at this.
I'm supposed to be smart.
We're all supposed to be something,
But you're supposed to be nice
And you're not
So let's start there.
Remember when you told me not to talk to people because we "don't know who they are?"
You chewed my pens
And you ask stupid questions
You laugh at everything about me
I reach out to hundreds of people a day,
There's nothing about me to laugh at.
You treat people like barbie dolls;
They're all perfect, if their hair looks good
And all their heads come off.

Congratulations!
You've won a nobel peace prize by punching out the judges.
You've got the most perfect smile,
When people can't see your fangs;
The fangs that you have only shown to me.

I can't take you down,
O! High and mighty mistress.
Have you noticed I'm not even trying?
Maybe if you weren't here I could forget your name:
Forget the feeling of your hand on my arm
Throwing me down so you wouldn't have to take a hit
And dragging me away from my friends & myself

Excuse me if I damage your flawless reputation
Or priceless ego
But I can't touch you,
So this is why I don't like you.