You have no right to speak on me
And my behavior negatively;
You do not know me one bit,
You fake piece of shit.
You don’t know when these events occurred,
And you sure didn’t give a fuck back then.
If you gave a fuck or knew me,
You would have talked to me
When I was going through a mental crisis
At the most unstable time in my life.
As it is now, motherfucker leave me be,
I don’t need your
critiques.
So now please, stop being a bitch
And pretending to care.
It is pitiful,
Laughable,
Dealing with a douchebag
Who tries to act affable.
I would rather slit my wrists (no shit),
And stick needles into my eyes,
Than be forced to listen to
Your fucking kid cry.
Shit. Please.
Don’t get me started again!
Because you invited these fucking loud
Reactionary notes,
That I have no plans to end.
By poking your nose where it doesn’t go.
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