17 September 2012
Tormenter won't leave me be, I try to be pleasant, ignore it, see, But she seems to think I like her, I don't, and about her I don't care.
She talks about me, thinks I can't hear, Even when I'm really near. I think I want to end her life, And, with it, end my lonely strife.
But then I think, that would mean she'd won, Ended my chance to have some fun. My future ruined, a criminal record, To throw away my future I can't afford.
And so, though I'm lonely and I don't enjoy my time, When I look at her test grades I feel sublime, For while I have a chance at the job I'm after, She'll likely be sat behind a checkout at ASDA.
Seeing Red • Opuss № I