You've never even met me,

hating on me for no reason.

All you can do is judge me,

the things you say are pure treason.

Why are you even speaking to me,

like a sour lemon out of season.

I don't have to apologise for the way I said 'hi',

or for not sharing your insecurities.

Maybe you should apologise for not saying 'bye',

you dragged it on projecting your injuries.

It's a shame all you did was lie,

then proceed to bash minorities.

You're such a disgrace to your religion,

such a bad example to your children.

You should visit the demon dimension

because that's where you belong I hate to mention.

And didn't you say that you were nineteen?

Or what that another one of your lies?

How about you go out early for Halloween?

And find yourself an uglier disguise

because you'll need it, really.

If you being uglier is even a possibility.

I'll do you one better, how's about you get a life instead?

Telling me to stop using big words just because you're braindead.

You were jealous of my aesthetic and how it attracted the right kind of attention.

But your heart might as well be prosthetic

because all it does is bring about detention

for no-one but you, you heartless creature.

And that ugly smirk you can't even call a feature.

You're a hypersensitive party-pooper.

Now all because of you there's nothing left.

You act like you're a tough trooper.

But every tough act is fake, stolen through theft.

I'm glad I'll never see you again.

You're exactly what's wrong with young men.

And normally, I'd said say 'see you in Hell'

but I won't be joining you there, oh well.

I think my job here is done.

I think this fight I have won.

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