You make me feel so ugh, it's true,
Sick to my stomach, all 'cause of you.
Roll my eyes, look away, can't bear the view,
Kind and considerate, a diluted point of view.
You, my dear, think you're superior,
Treat others like a joke, oh, the interior!
Makes me a hypocrite, I must admit,
Can't stand your ideas, they're full of shit.
I know I'm stuck up, it's a horrid trait,
But listening to your nonsense, it's too much weight.
You confuse me, honey, I tried to like you,
But you make it so damn hard to push through.
You walked away once, left without a word,
But I knew you'd be back, like a mocking bird.
People annoy you, and honestly, me too,
But I'd never be chummy if I never wanted to.
Somehow I always end up in this square,
Back where I started, it's like a cruel affair.
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Not Your Typical Literary Masterpiece: AKA My Mood
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