You.

You make me stressed, your so easy to detest.
You make me mad, Never sad.
You make me wanna start a riot, You think i need to start a diet?
You think that gunna hurt me, i could easily throw you in the dirt.
You remind me of idots in the world, I know im cold.
You say im mean, i think im keen.
You say im wicked, i say kick it.
You say im the worst, well isnt that a curse?
To me its a gift that i lift it like simba.

I see you shiver, i see you clear. I laugh, i gotta dash. Your boyfriend is outside and he is mine now. And hes down for anything because i dont look like a clown. Goodbye now.
©mollyhowe6