Excuse me as I projectile vomit this bitter taste you have placed inside my mouth. Quit feeding me words, I'm obviously sick of your heart-wrecking lies and random bullshit.  Stick your finger down your throat. Might do you some good considering your vision is as good as the drunk bitch sitting next to you. I'll decide my own opinion, no one will ever hold me back nor down! You have your fists up like you're wanting to fight. Bitch sit the fuck back down and take my advice. You are doing nothing more then wasting my precious time. Dare to talk a little more. You're the type of bitch that loves to eat up your own shit. I sincerely do not apologize because I couldn't  hear you with the chunks of shit between your teeth. You're judging me up when you haven't even begun to scratch the surface of who I really am. You saw my image through a beat up mirror and you claim to know where I came from? You better get your end pieces of the puzzle first before you try to solve something when you don't even know the size. Smiles, sweetness, and a gentleness aren't the things that are hiding behind this face. That's just a pretty picture I like to hang. You presume to think I'm quiet now. This storm has just started brewing and when its done it will leave you feeling nothing more than deprived. You'll be begging to learn what the word comfort means, but even as its being explained to you, it will only exist, at best, in your imagination with the rest of your broken hopes and shattered dreams. You want to start it now? Let the trivial games begin. Territorial, Malicious, Vindictive, Bitch!  Fuck you all for wasting my energy!!!