Written on: March 08, 2022
14:04
The after taste of disappointment,
Is more bitter than their testament.
They ask you for favors in all manners of nice,
Yet refuse to pay you a dime.
It's always after their business is done,
That they act so mighty and you none.
I hate everything they do,
Their voice, manners, and work too.
If you want me to work with you,
Don't spit off lies and promises of bravado.
I know you think so little of me,
It's why you never take me seriously.
I'm nice.......... usually.
But I may never be,
Because you've made me this way,
Made me not care of you anyway.
You're only ever happy,
When you take my money.
But when I ask for it back,
You trap me by your hug,
As if I need it, bug.
What? Now, you hate the way I talk,
Because I need my money back,
Or because I won't let you walk,
All over me like some duck.
UGH! I hate you, Fuck.
#betrayal #angry #bitter #disappointed
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