I Know

I know that you don't like me
Yeah I can tell.
You started from being generous
To answering for the sake
Of presenting yourself as friendly.
You don't want to let others think
That you're impolite
Do you?

I know.
I know all about it.
It's so obvious.
Doesn't matter.
I'm starting to hate you too.
Long before you did.

I hate the way you talk
Like you are running out of breath.
Purposely making it sound hoarse and graspy.
I don't even know why
You're doing that.

Stop behaving like you are an angmoh kid
Like you are so pro in everything
Everything and anything
When you always get the facts all wrong
You get chastised by the lecturer.
And that's when you start complaining
And pitying yourself
As the one the lecturer is biased to.
And blaming it all on her.

Ha.
What a poor fashion sense you have.
Wearing stripes with stripes
Wearing a long skirt on your short stumpy legs.
At least i don't do that.

You think you're great.
You wanna teach people stuff
But you're a fucking bitch
Who knows nothing
And you're almost late for class everyday.

Don't blame me
For doing this
Cause I say what i think.
Don't force me
To hate you even more.