The sight of your face repulses me

My muscles tighten

My blood flows in anger

The sound of your condescending baby voice

Fills my ears as I look in disgust

At your all too-long and brightly painted nails

You tap them

You pretend to be good

No – you tell us you're good

You're here to help

Right?

Wrong.

'Cause I know who you are

You're just like a doll

All painted up to look the part

But no one misses the ugly underneath

No amount of makeup can cover that up

You're Satan in the guise of an old bat

With the voice of a five year old

Don't talk to me like I'm a baby

Don't tell me you're not bad

You're a bitch

Vile

Flesh-eating

Bitch.