Sneaky Talk
I despise the type of people who smile in your presence;
Then, they speak ill about you behind your back.
They really make me sick;
Sick to my stomach!
They make me want to puke;
Like a night after endless drinks.
What makes matters worse is....
I saw the flaw in you.
We weren't built the same;
Like, I could tell there was more to you.
Well I mean less in you.
You're missing a piece or maybe even two!
I can't be mad because I know you were sent for me to learn from you.
I just wish you weren't intimidated by my presence;
But it's cool everybody can't be like me.
I'm just proud I could see the lesser in you;
Everybody won't stay true..
I'm glad I could learn that from you; Friend.
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