Self- aggrandizing piece of shit.
Who do you think you are?
Look into a mirror and what do you see?
Perfection I’m sure.
You never did get tired of hearing how pretty you were.
Please note I said were.
Beauty is fleeting
It’s a cliché for a reason
And one day you’ll wake up
Rotting from the inside out
Oh, little maggot, how’s it feel now,
To be part of the lowly crowd?
Your beauty faded real fast
And arrogance doesn’t become you
But now you’ll get to hear what we all knew was true
You have nothing to offer other than fucks
You have nothing to gain
but you’ll accumulate fears
The same fears us trash have felt all along
-to be alone
-to be rejected
-to be discarded
And you were so wrong
To think you were better than us.
Such a hotshot.
Such a whore.
So perfectly vacant.