nothing to prove

august.29.2002

I've done everything,
and get no thanks for it.
I don't mind at all,
until you throw a fit.

I've given you so much,
and you still spit in my face.
Get out of my sight,
You're not fit for this place.

You make my stomach churn,
A sloth in all degrees.
A rotten core you are,
littered with disease.

Look for just a sec,
and see what trash you are.
It's obvious to me,
you've fallen short by far.