You walk arrond thinking you know what your talking about.
You think you're always right, and that there is no doubt.
Well, you don't know anything, at all, what so ever.
Will I let you get to me? PSHH, no, never.
All you are and ever will be is a dumb b****.
You try to get under my skin, try to make me itch.
Too bad that you don't affect me that way.
You just make me srtonger everyday.
It's a good thing that you are my hater,
And that makes you my motivater!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem