Yikes!
Oh, no.
You are stuck in my head.
A strange sensation, something unknown.
every single thing you do,
I loathe.
Do not get me wrong,
I am never unkind.
But you are quite unique,
in the way you've infected my mind.
Pestilence.
You spread.
An anger grows steadily instead,
of what I normally feel.
Kind.
Friendly.
A wave of rage crashing on my shores.
Constantly. Constantly. Constantly.
Dragging me down.
Down. Down. Down,
Once more.
I'm drowning.
I hate this.
Somebody, please,
Help me through.
The only thing I hate,
More than the way you make me feel,
Well.
That's You.
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P.E. Kyle
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