Poetry?

How dare you?

Who gave you the right?

Because I certainly didn’t.

I didn’t give you permission.

Didn’t ask your opinion.

I shouldn’t have listened.

But I did,

and now you are in my head.

When I get another brownie,

everytime I put on skinny jeans.

Even when I just look in the mirror,

I see your mouth forming those words.

Those harsh, cruel words.

The words I didn’t need, nor even want.

So all I have to say is:

Fuck you.

Fuck you so much.