Your pretty face doesn’t make you any human,
Just because you breath doesn’t make you a person,
Because even dogs’ breath too.
I am telling you who acts like you own the universe,
Funny fact, you ritually own nothing at all,
Apart from a pair of broken teeth.
I am telling you who made gossiping a hobby,
I can’t wait for your turn,
But I am afraid that if we were to laugh at you,
Then we would die laughing.
Acting crazy as you are, is your hobby,
I hope that your crazy mates will find you soon,
Because I am tired of seeing you crazy among sane people.
Made my life a living hell and you are enjoying it,
I hope that my pain doubles for you,
I can’t be the only one going through this alone,
I hate you.