"let it be" they say

"let it be" they say

advice that might as well mean

let it be and grow and fester to become

something so ugly you can't understand

and so I did.

I've lived like this for four long years and I can finally say

I abhor you

you and your hair that never lies flat

the way you walk, all arrogance and graceless strut

the way you whore yourself out, just so you feel

accepted, even though..

psst. secret time.

no one can stand you

the way you ignore me and then

cling for all you're worth

(which isn't much, by the way)

the way I somehow thought I loved you

even though you were never what I needed.

I'm done with this.

I release these feelings as I sing along

"I can't fucking stand it when you're around"