please, for hell's sake, be original.
i've been itching to get this out of me
and today my displeasures abt you will erupt
and i'll spit it right on your face.
i may be sourpussing for awhile.
but you're a FAKE and you have to live with that for e rest of your downtrodden life.
i feel shameful of your existence really.
a little extractions, here n there, to emphasize your pt is fine with me.
but to e extend of adopting my lingo as your own,
imitating my habits, my behavior, my mannerism, my style
whatever that distincts me n makes me special,
sickens me to a great extend.
it's blatant that you're perpetually altering your persona to be someone you're not.
trying oh so hard to be impressive, impressionable, imperial but my dear, i can see thru your veneers.
underneath it all, you're still e blase person that you are and you cant possibly deny your nature.
try as you might.
you wont make it big as a somebody or someone worth remembering.
you are easily forgotten.
a person void of substance.
essence so bland, yawn, what did you say again?
pay a price for your pathetic plagiarism.
but you cant afford it so i shall just forget abt it.
i feel sorry for you.
sympathize you.
look down upon you.
you're getting on my fucking nerves
and thats it. it's e end.
i'm plucking you out of my system. for good. forever.
don't hear frm me any longer.