Victimize my feelings for someone else's heart,
purposely separate and keep us apart.
Rejected you became a real bitch,
before you asked you were just an itch,
you know, one of the annoying kinds,
one that irritates the sane minds.
Now when you see me, please leave the room,
and please take with you, your fucking broom.
I've had enough, I can't be polite,
turn, and now get out of my sight.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2026 18:07
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Comments1
Funny how rejection can turn into anger and revenge. Well written
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