Sea!

I like to make rhymes
and if this wasn't said it'd be a waste.
I could throw punches,
but,
I like your face.
What?

"Where the fuck are you going with this?".

Who the fuck cares

Your face is so ugly everyone stares.
Deep down inside I'm sure that your pretty
beautiful, smart, talented and witty.

Till that comes out you're just shitty
So low and filthy people hate that you're alive.
They'll be your friend talk to you and jive,

but if I was me, which I am,
then you can see that I wouldn't waste 5.
Minutes to hours to days to months to years
that's the story of your life and no one cares.

Except for me, since I have me, you see
this poem is really about me reflecting off me.
I can lift me up and bring me down
See, my life is on me, I'm responsible for me.

OMG, SEE! SEE? SEE!?