I'm my own kind of bitch
I know that for sure
I push people's buttons
I win fucking wars
But I don't ever throw the first bomb
No that's up to you
You want Vietnam
You want to make me feel small and cowardly
And maybe you're right, maybe I am
But I shout mighty insults back at you powerfully
Your lack of imagination is what I can't stand
It's okay if you hate me
I hate me too
But what I really don't get about you
Is how you can stand your goddamn self
Cause if we're a bitch like you
I'd kill myself
- Author: Naeners ( Offline)
- Published: November 11th, 2018 02:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes I just can't stand people. Please let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always welcomed.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
Comments1
You know what they say.... you need to love yourself before you can love others. You sound so full of hate and have written a powerful poem, but I hope you have room for love too.
Thank you, but believe me when I say the person this poem about is in no way deserving of my love, if anyone else's. I love the people I love dearly and would do anything for them.
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