I Hate You
I hate you! I hate your face, your smile, that fucking fake smile you make. I hate that you smile in my face and then talk your shit when I leave. I hate that you have to be the center of attention any time someone's eyes are on me. I'M IMPORTANT TOO! I love you, YES! I do, you're my friend, or so I thought. Am I not yours? I mean I give you everything first, don't I? I share my makeup with you. I give you more love than your husband does, but NO! You act like I'm that bitch you see all the time and can't stand. You talk about me, you leave me out of things, you say "let's hang out," but that never happens. What the fuck! God, I hate you. You are a fake friend that just loves to act perfect, BUT you are not perfect, are you? You cheat, you lie, and then you effing cry. Why? Not because you're sorry. You are never truly sorry. I find your trail of lies every time I cover for you. He does so much for you and you treat him like shit! All because he's not rich and can't give you all the worthless material items you wish to have. Fuck! You’re spoiled. You can’t stand to let anyone be happier than you.