She's like a bull
Stomping on the ground
Always making a ruckus
She's always making things worse than they really are
Being way too dramatic for my liking
She doesn't pay attention to people like us
She always thinks she's better
And that means we don't matter
I wonder what goes through her head when she hears our names
We believe she's just petty
She's unlikable
She's a witch
YOU ARE READING
The Book of I
PoetryI can't go to hell if I'm already there. ~Just a few poems I come up with every here and there~
