I am frustrated. So I am writing this poem to everyone who has been constantly mocking my hairstyle and making feel like a stupid clown out of the circus. I don't hope anyone would enjoy it... Because it's been written out of frustration/pure words of anger.. >_<
Whenever I appear,
At me you stare,
As it I was a ghost,
Wish I could smack your face with a chair..
I'm fed up with your behavior,
So rude and damn unfair,
So, I'm writing this poem to you,
Read it if you dare..
On my face you laugh,
Cruelly and cold-hearten, like an old witch,
Dunno if you even realize that your laughter,
sounds like that of a mentally affected bitch..
You run around telling people,
"hey look! here comes sai baba"
I remain quiet, but know that,
I wish someone stuck in your ass, a pregnant Anaconda..
I love my hair,
But you don't understand,
You go around singing mocking songs,
Like a fucking one man band!
So many times,
You said I look like a Rasta..
I smile,
but I wish I could dive your face in boiling magma..
I have been asked quite often,
"Is the barber in your village dead?"
Then you ask like a smiling asshole,
"When are you getting that wig off your head?"
Then there is that girl who says:
"You are a younger version of Santa Claus"
Just be glad slut,
I'm not slamming your candy arse..
I just wanted to tell people,
to stop acting like a whore,
My patience has its own limit,
I can take this shit no more!
