The Ugly Pantheon Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Reached a point where the results aren't pretty,
Feelings have changed or become sunless
Something just doesn't sit right,
The personalities really aren't meshing,
Unsettled, uncomfortable,
Reaching the stage of the ugly pantheon,
In which you should avoid being around those people,
For your sake, and theirs
It's immaterial if together you compete and complete,
Since the sight and sound of each other creates a sick feeling