Be kind to others, they say.

Treat others the way you want to be treated. I’m told.

Because,

It’s so hard to forgive her.

When I look at her I see trash.

Garbage.

Worthlessness, 

An ugly burden.

Even when she didn’t do anything wrong, I can’t help but hate her.

I hate the way her face looks.

Her body and voice just enrage me as is.

I criticize all of her work, telling her she should just give up.

She cries,

But I don’t care.

She deserves it.

She deserves to die.

Nobody needs her

She just bothers everyone with her mere existence.

Oh? I’m being mean? No, no it’s fine. I’m just talking about myself.