"Why do you hate me?

I'm the best person there can be!

At drawing I'm the best,

And I am finely dressed.

I'm no slob

And I'm not a snob.

I might not be rich

but I don't live in a ditch.

My hair might be a mess

but that's a problem I can address.

I'm not mean

and I keep my anger unseen!

I'm also good with words

(As You Can See)

So, Why?

Why? Do You Hate Me?"

She stepped back in surprise

when she realized the words were not lies!

But she got her confidence back

And she readied her attack,

"I hate you 'cause you're gutless

And I can see by the sweat on your face

That you are more then nervous."

He retorted by saying,

"At least I had enough courage

To face this garbage" 

He said circumscribing her contour

With his hands

"I thought you were nice before

All of this happened

But now, I just don't know.

Your heart must of blackened

Or your selfdom must of fallen

And the darkness must have risen

And much, much more!"

"That's an exaggeration," 

She said with a menacing tone,

"And maybe I'm more mature!"

She finished with a groan.

She fled from the scene.

And the boy was all alone