You call it hate.
I call it justice.
You title it resentment.
I denote it as what it is:
Trauma.
You inflicted that.
Not that you’d ever admit it.
Be gone,
Fools.
I have no use for you.
Weary of idiots,
Dictating down to me.
Petty tyrants,
Trying to direct my life.
Take your stupidity elsewhere.
Petty Tyrants.
