This is my stress reliever,
Poem writing that is.
So I’m going to tell you,
Is a false synopsis.

Everyone says she’s pretty,
Everyone likes her.
But me, only me, wants to poison her,
With a poison that has no cure.

For once this is someone
That I could actually kill.
But even though I want to,
That doesn’t mean I will.

I feel hatred to everyone
That likes her.
Just hearing her name
Is pure torture.

Her name is Angel,
And even though I do not know her,
But Devil is the name for her,
That I’d much prefer.

You used to be close to her,
But how close is close?
Because only thing that hurt me
Are things my mind can compose.

Not trying to be mean,
But if you like her, just admit it.
Because that would show that honestly,
The only thing you wanted from me was a chance in my cl!t.

This girl I do not know,
Makes me hate myself even more,
I hate to say it but I have to,
Because at my insides the thoughts tore.

The worst thing about
This 'Angel' girl.
Is that everything about her is so perfect
That it makes me want to hurl.

She’s perfect in every way.
I don’t see a flaw on her anywhere.
But inside these feeling must stay,
Because honestly, it feels better when they just tear.

 
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