Oh how I hate those gossipy little bitches
With nothing better to do than
Run
From one to the next
Spreading their toxicity
Oh how I hate those weak, spineless people
With time on their hands
And
Words on their tounges
That hurt
Oh how I hate those small, little humans
Who find pleasure in their meekness
Not
Pain in their accusations and
Falsehoods
Oh how I hate those shallow little adults
Who talk behind backs and
Doors
Instead of having courage to
Communicate
Oh how I hate those parts of myself
That care what they say
And
Give them any notice or
Ammunition.
