I hate you, I don’t know why, but I do.
Maybe they told me, maybe its just I, you are a miserable cow.
I think it’s the way you walk, or maybe the way you talk, your posh voice is so irritating because your words are not articulated.
Do you know what? Just get out of my sight, no your death is not what I wish, just not your acquaintance is what I shout.

How could you, or even why do that or this even if tiny it is?
I hate you, do you understand, your vision, your image, my thought of you, my thought that your breath.
Can you please just go away, just vanish, hide, die, I don’t care.