I tried to be nice;

Talked to you,

Joked to you.

But some people just bite;

They ignore you,

They deny you.

Well, I just realised that,

Happy now?

Well, here’s a fun fact,

You may be sorry now.

I used to love seeing you iconic,

But now I feel you misgave me pain,

Now you’re being really ironic,

Don’t forget to rot in your grave!

Writing this hurts, but seeing you hurts even more.

My hearts the ink, your silence sore.

Now I don’t mean to blurt, but I think I’ve done a metaphor.