I drink water, I drink soda, I drink Swiss Miss.
Do you know how to flatter?
I am the best me I can be, but you,
do you anger me on purpose?
Sometimes I wish you were dead, your name stays in the back of my head.
The only thing stopping me from killing you is because I'm a little jealous of you.
Or more of your family - the one I never had.
It's probably why I hate you because I wish I was you.
By Anne Hitchory
