Your presence is not required

That seems to piss you off

But your emotion lacks a certain connection

Then grace takes it all off course.

From early on in my life

As a very small child

I knew there were people

That disliked me.

I knew that reason

Had nothing to do with me.

If you ever sit back in your chair

And wonder

If your hate for me

Bothered me even once in my life

Let me assure you today

That it didn’t.

You became my joke

Your last name my friends and I

Call a disease.

It never bothered me that you hated me

It only bothered me

That you could never see

That you were nothing to me

But a joke.

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