Ill Will

You are worthless, and especially ignorant to human life
Words, gestures
Everything I feel towards your existence
Coexists with the hatred I have for mankind
Common consideration cannot coincide with you and me
You talk to offend
And you laugh to belittle
It seems like
You have grown into
Such a beautiful asshole
Life, a headache
That is keeping me from
Belonging to society
What does it matter
You came at me, not to me
It's my choice
It's my decision to crave this feeling now
It has been beaten down on me for years
Reality is not pretty at all
A glimmer of sunshine can still exist
Even when your grey clouds are moving in
Disappointment
Is a part of my life
It is the honest
And nasty way
Of being let down