The Self Poem by kipper Stagg
The Self
I saw you this morning; I looked into your eyes.
If you only knew how much I hated you, I can see through all of your lies.
Why do you hurt people with all your wretched ways?
With your deeds and actions and all the things you say?
You'd never say you're sorry; you just dish out all the dirt!
Why does it not worry you, all of those people that you hurt?
Look at you! Arrogant and smug, no wonder no one likes you,
You're nothing but a thug!
Good bye and good riddens I'll not be sorry when you leave
And even when you die no one will ever grieve!
I'll have to get rid of that damn mirror!
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4/26/2024 8:16:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well dear friend or Sir! I wish to know you are ok..Yes you shall change that mirror- get mine, it's worse than yours, but I am not as brave to go into details lol! Such man as you, will be cried after, and if there would be not enough tears to shower your soul, then if noone is to mind, I will add mine(*_*) When time comes ring a bell I'll need to drink my cup of bitterly god's business, soo unfair that my tears wouldn't run but jump out of my eyes.But dear friend that is only a lie made up to built a rhime, the truth is that I'm worried and I miss your words so please put up some new poems or new comments whatever does to show you're still sane, alert and not in pain. A Happy Easter to you and all your dear ones, by the way, I'll send the rabbit not with colored eggs but smiles! Reach under your pillow on next Sunday! May the smiles be so many that you cannot count! Elena