Mean.
As my mind draws a blank
I can't think of how terrible you were
because it was so long ago
I know how much I hated you
how I was only a young child
You were my teacher
I thought they were supposed to be nice
I wonder what has happened to
But then I don't care
You were a mean person
with a heart of black
One day our paths will cross again
when they do Ill tell you how I felt
You taught me a lesson in life
even know you didn't mean to
The world isn't perfect
It's filled with a lot of people just like you 
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