(no subject)
Dear Hypocrite:
I look at you with your nose in the air
only to see that scowl has plagued your face.
You walk through this place as if you own it
and you claim everything you touch
but darling, your touch is deadly
and you kill everything in reach.
I'm beginning to grow weary of your indifference,
your ignorance,
your lack of respect.
You can't have everything you want, Princess
and if you don't start growing up soon,
I might just have to put you in your place
before your impervious ways kill us all.
With Love,
Stephanie