The more I hear
about you
The more I dislike
you
And also dislike
myself
For thinking you
were decent
The more I hear
about you
The more I regret
my past
And believing in
you
And the words you
said
The more I hear
about you
The more I begin
to realise
That it is you who
is the common denominator
In the pollution
of the atmosphere
The more I hear
about you
The more I can see
That people are
hurt and scared
By the way you
treated them
The more I hear
about you
The more I wonder
Do you actually
realise
The pain and the
hurt you have caused
The more I hear
about you
The more I am sympathetic
With the puppy dog
who follows you
And worships your
every word
The more I hear
about you
The more I wonder
Would life be better?
If I had never met
you
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