Beneath the sugary smile
and butter-wouldn't-melt-in-your-mouth niceties,
I see the truth thunder through -
you want to beat my skull in with a baseball bat.

I think you tried to like me,
once - long ago,
but now all that's on offer is hatred,
albeit caked in your fluffiness.
Oh yes....your abhorrent fucking fluffiness -
Jesus, I hate it so!

Get real Bitch.
Take the knife from my back;
I stopped bleeding long ago.