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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