I’m tired of you.

I’m tired of looking at you each and every day.

I see you there all the time glaring at me.

I’m so sick of you.

You fucking loser; failure,

Screwing up another day again.

Hey, you--in the mirror

Shut the fuck up when I’m talking to you

And listen.

You know-nothing waste of space.

Unnecessary, why the hell are you here?

Stop looking at me you useless bastard.

Why don’t you crawl away somewhere dark and die?

Damn you for existing, damn you for being here

Damn you for everything!

Your eyes, your face, your hair.

But worst of all your stare.

Your dark-ringed, sallow-eyed, putrid ebbing stare.

I hate you so.

Hey, you--in the mirror

Shut the fuck up when I’m talking to you

And listen.

No one loves you, why should they?

What good are you to them?

So far away, disenchanted

You deserve to be alone.

You’d probably be better off dead.

But dead is too good for the miserable likes of you.

Drained of face, release your tears,

You have none anymore.

You fuck-up

Wallow in self-pity,

See if I fucking care.

You’re worthless.

They’re all lying.

They’d be better off if you weren’t here.

So leave, you life-less soul

Or throw a pity party

No one fucking cares.

Hey, you--in the mirror

Shut the fuck up when I’m talking to you

And listen.

Your time is trivial and your battered self is bare.

Don’t you fucking look at me!

My reflection--with the pistol, lying on the floor over there.