Hollaback No?
Your level of desperation is
beyond nothing but ridiculous.
It’s not enough with false rumours.
You still aim to bury me in pieces.
I thought high school was over some decades ago,
but you’re still here, performing the same old shit-show.
I’ve taken the hint and left you alone,
but sorry not sorry, other public spaces aren’t yours to own.
I’m not here to cause you to stir.
I’ve buried the hatchet, ‘though I still choose to steer clear.
If you’re still so full of hate that you glare at me from across the room,
then why don’t you come closer and say it to my face, so we’ll get it over with soon?
R.
