Shattered Image
I wrote this poem in sixth grade. . .Damn I need to learn how to think up decent titles. . .
There's this guy I know,
I see him every day.
He's horrible, terrible-
the worst in every way.

Nobody likes him
And Nobody should.
It's his fault his girlfriend died,
Now he's alone for good.

What a worthless waste of space,
This guy deserves to die.
He's done enough damage,
He should say good-bye.

Everyone around him
is unhappy as can be-
his mom, his dad, his peers...
and most of all... me!

I hate him with
the deepest of hatreds, unspoken;
I hit him in the face...
and now the mirror is broken.
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