you belligerent woman
not even capable of loving
you spend your life proving
your existence to strangers in the sand

you histrionic fool
the world revolves around you,
of course. all else confounds you
in your world, every lie is true

you narcissistic freak
alienating those you care for
seems to be your life's goal; therefore,
i must be part of the plan

you blinkered little harpie
love? from a child? impossible
so, of course, you whine and snivel
for a cause you need not fight for

you say i hate you
or is it just your goal?
i certainly dislike you
but what motherless child is whole?

you pitiful creature
maybe one day we'll reconcile
i'm driven to deplore you in the meanwhile
i'll need mlore than a year to dry these tears

selfish, perhaps
but what, then, are you?