Life is Rough, Time's Are Hard, Here's Your Fucking Farewell Card. [A Rage-Poem]

Every time I think of you, I at first feel good
I then think of the things you've done and I cringe
I then think about how little you care and weep
I then think about how you boast your so called 'greatness' about and rage
Everything you do effects me so
But do you care? No.
You continue strutting around like a fucking peacock that rules the roost.
You disgust me.
You have stained my past
Slain my present
But trust me, you two-faced whore, you will not harm my future.
In my arms lie a man. A real man. A man you'll never be.
I may be two-faced as well in not telling you the above, but at this point...
The hell is that your concern?
How much have you done? What did you expect to happen?
I was willing to look away...
And you drove me straight into the arms of the one you did not want me near.
So, suck it up dear.
If you come back again asking something you once asked me...
I won't hesitate to rip you limb from limb
Your blood will paint my driveway and your screams fill the silence of my neighborhood.
I hate everything about you,
And you made it clear there is now NOTHING for me to defend about you.
The good times we had were all a lie
The three words you'd whisper to me was a farce
The things you told me was only to shut me up
You complain about petty things easy to get around... Yet you have MANY more faults than I.
Those faults have long since been expanded and gotten worse
You are going straight downhill on a bike with no handle bars.
And guess who added grease on the road? You.
Don't come back to me, you worthless, useless shell of a boy.
I want nothing more with you, and don't you dare play coy.
Goodbye, my dear.
Let's hope your defeat is near.
~Ama Yariman.