Sepos

They're really truly selfish there's nothing more to say
Except that I really hate them with every passing day
They’re bold in their accusations of my hate
I could try to save a friendship but now it's much too late
They think their guilt will call off plans, with my favorite muse
inepts cannot even grasp the truth, with all my subtle cues
I hate that glassy stare I receive, that jealous look of rage
It seems every book that i may write, has traitor on every page
If I could cut one single thing I’d cut their egotistic throats
Throw them in with crocodiles in barren, ugly moats
Yet with all of this hatred I cannot leave them be
Because I know that deep inside they’re really just like... me
I have that bitter hatred, that look of complete lust
To tear and rip every stitch and fabric of their trust
I thought that I could believe them, am I not their friend?
But when I really think about it this game has got to end
I’ve got much better friends I know and a stability like no other
Yet if I go for all of that I’ll be just like my brother
So I’ll curse right at them, Tick them off, express my greatest rage
Because every little story here is just my prose upon a page.