A/N: Just another Live Journal poem I’ve decided to post up.  Enjoy!

The Bitch

I can't tell you why my day was bad

Because it could have been the best I've had

I'm just never happy with what I've got

Because I'm the bitch - you're not

If only I could just ignore

I wouldn't think you as the whore

That little nothing that picks my nerve

A simple purpose you just can't serve

I know I can't be pink and pretty

You consider that as such a pity

Because what you saw was what you got

And I'm the bitch - you're not

So picture perfect in every way

Your sheer presence just ruins my day

There's no real reason as to why it's you

Problems piling on, if only you knew

I can tell my voice isn't getting through

But I can make a list, just to name a few

Of the things you've done to make me cry

Mastered the tears so you don't have to try

Even though you claim that I'm the coward

The look on your face is suddenly soured

As my sarcastic voice says into your ear

"But it's wonderful, wonderful here"

I know in the end that morning with come

But all my emotions are frozen numb

I promise you there's no hidden hitch

For you need not worry because I'm the bitch