So you think you know me
How little you know I think
There are things and secrets
I keep and mask in words
I do not intend to hurt anyone
Yet you with your hate
Single minded carry on
In this pointless game
Scoring points to yourself
It bothers me not, in truth
I find it amusing
You dedicate time to me
You live for me
It's a tragedy, honestly
Go, leave, live
A trolls life is fit
For nobody
Are you a nobody
They are the blight on this sight. It is a pity that upstairs doesn't come down occasionaly to deal with these trashy trolls. As the reaper I will take them with me down below in the flames.
Well put dear sir.. I love the way you have dealt with the trolls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delete em wth your delete button tonight.