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Satisfied
If it were up to me, youd be dead.
Id handcuff your hands
To a metal pipe above
Your head and
Duct tape your mouth shut
Then staple the tape
To your face,
Just to be sure
You couldnt say anything.
Id write stupid asshole
Across your forehead and
Hold up a mirror so you
Could finally see how pathetic
You are.
Then Id throw the mirror at you
And love the way the shards
Would puncture your skin
Youd try to scream and your
Mouth would bleed even more
Youd start to cry and Id think
It was justice that you finally know
How I feel
Then Id hit you
Punch you
Kick you
Slap you
Beat you senseless
Until you thought I was finished
Then Id do it all over again.
When you finally gave up
And let go
Id leave you there
And walk away
Satisfied.
Chapter Three: The Mean Chapter
Part I: F*ck Off
(A jumble of words for some people who arent worth it)
How stupid could I have been
to love a group of
mindless
superficial
and materialistic jerks?
Listened to them speak
hopes dreams fears goals problems solutions
I had good intentions,
but they were only talking
to hear the sound of their own voices.
Wasted so much time and energy
on a black hole of friendship.
Wasnt strong enough to realize
I wasnt reaping any benefits.
True to my character
Always gave gave gave
and called them friends
until the blood
on my self inflicted wounds
awakened me
and I saw that these people werent worth it.
Now a pang of regret
for the wasted time
I could have used to
establish relationships that lasted.
But Ill get over it,
quicker than they got over me.
And if tomorrow I read
that their plane went down
and there were no survivors to speak of
I wont mourn,
or even admit to knowing them.
Wouldnt identify the bodies.
Wouldnt attend the funerals.
Wouldnt cry a tear.
Not anymore.
Theyre not worth it to me.
And they can all fuck off.
Part II: I'm So Glad
Im so glad for you.
Im so glad the earth and moon and planets
Revolve around you.
Im so glad youre the bitch
And not me.
Part III: Being Generous
Certain people like to think theyre gods
When in fact, theyre far from it
They can go to hell for all I care.
Prove me wrong and I couldnt care less.
Contrary to your belief,
You are not smarter
Prettier
Or better than me.
Get your nose out of the air.
Quit acting like you deserve the royal treatment
Shut your mouth
And figure out how to get off that golden pedestal
Because Im not falling for your act
Whoever is
Is stupider than you
And its sad.
You hide your true self deep
Underneath whichever personality
You happen to be wearing today
You cover the hideous truth of
Your inner ugliness
Under miles of thick makeup
All I do is roll my eyes
And dismiss you as nothing
But the scum of the earth.
(and even
that is being generous.)
Obvious
Every storys got two sides,
Neither wrong, neither right,
Two perspectives, two points of view
No problem solved, no way to choose.

Desperate for a common thread
That cant be found, the hopes been dead.
Our eyes dont meet, were not the same
Weapons of choice are lies and blame.

Cant go ten seconds without disagreeing
Strength depleting, patience fleeing
No sense in what we do all day
Theres got to be another way.

Infatuation spun out of wack
Now requires the strength I lack
Cant take this madness for too long
Its so obvious, my sides wrong.
Part IV: Mistaken
Prissy, snobby, bitch
Id rather stop paying attention in class
To take out my notebook
And rant
Than have to listen to your pretentious bullshit.
Whoever told you
Youre the next Jesus
Was sorely mistaken
And they should be shot.
So should you.
Chapter Four: Lessons this way --->
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