You

You're such a liar

You hypocrite

It makes me sick

You fucking prick.



What you did,

You still do.

Stop pretending it's me,

The only one who had a problem

Was you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about a lot of people, but mostly my dad.

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See what I mean, although they may be about others.