Fuck you for doubting me.
Fuck you for thinking the worst about me.
Fuck you for saying I couldn't when you obviously knew I would.
Fuck you for never loving me.
You ask me why I say fuck you?
It's because I could never love you.
You never gave a damn.
So why the fuck should I?
You always said you couldn't stand to be around.
So why should I give a fuck about what's going around town?
You don't do anything but push me away.
So I'm going to end this poem in a very harsh way.
FUCK you with a passion and have a nice fucking day.