Ode of an Angry Heart
How can I ever forget?
The day that you offered to be my friend
Wishing to go back on that same date
And rejected your offer instead
If I were given a chance to describe you
I would say only one thing
Bitches of the bitch, that is so like you
Using me as a way to him, what a despicable thing to do
Day by day, I grew sick
On that face that is so ironic
Elegant yet disgusting
You’re like a cunning beast
Do not worry you monster
I am not like you
I’ll just put my hands down and smile
Saying “Best wishes to you, bitch”