This is the poem that made you lachrymose
in the house that you built on perfidious pride
that dissembled your inveterate lie
because you’re inimical by nature
I once knew a girl who was odd as could be
She liked to eat nutella and chocolate chip cookies
And crunchy rice and veggie hotdogs and apple pies
And she didn’t like grey chicken or coca cola.
I am hopelessly tormented
I wonder if a standardized score could kill me
I hear the sounds that others ignore
I see the worst that people deny
