so.

so.

they've gone.

fine.

who needs them?

not me.

..........

......

...

.
...
......
..........

who'm i kidding...

they've gone, behind my back.

whispered, laughed,

in my face

they don't care

they don't think 

i have feelings

it wouldn't matter

either-way.

they hate me, it's clear.

it is written

on their faces

their eyes shoot daggers at me

why?

what did i ever do

to make them despise me so

how they look down

at me

as if 

i'm nothing but a small

ant

doing everything, all the work

only to be laughed at

by the lazy grasshoppers.

they're traitors, no less.

fine.

let them

go
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just a little something on my mind right now.

-J