"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
