The Worse Version of Me
I hate when you bring out
this version of me,
I fly like a bat
I sting like a bee.
Hissing at you with
a red, forked-tongue,
I can spit like a llama
I can kick away dung.
I hate when the worst of me
releases such venom,
The stench from our arguments
Burn ... STOP!
What's been said I can't take back
or ignore it away,
No the scars are revealed,
and then on display.
So apologize to me
instead of Writing the next verse,
It's too painful to live with you,
It feels like a curse.
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