Angry

Enjoy this angry teen angst poem. I am very proud of the last line. Guess who its about, and you get a shiny prize.

I hate the way you choose to walk,

I hate the way you naturally talk,

I hate the way you bounce your hair,

I hate the way you pretend not to care,

I hate your stupid fashion sense,

I hate your use of present tense,

I have the way you make a scene

I hate your ugly selfish dreams.

I hate you, you dumb, egocentric, ostentatious bastard,

I want to cut off your thumbs and in your eyes smear mustard.