• The very sound of her,
    Drives my ears wild.
    Her voice—an endless whine
    Boring into me,
    Piercing my soul,
    Blackening my veins,
    With the filth of her words.

    Nonsense—no meaning.
    Trying to fill an empty heart
    With something lacking mass.
    Conceited, oblivious, ignorant.
    No idea of the world.
    Beyond her own shallow gaze.

    Want to scream; get through to her
    You’ve hurt us.
    Hurt us all; and we’re angry.
    You won’t see it
    Through your jaded veil.

    You are fake.
    An artificial voice.
    Nothing you say is of importance.
    Just attempting to fill us with you.

    The truth is you are insignificant.
    Not special—your mask fails.
    So stop your chatter.

    We know what you’re trying to do.
    And its not working.

    We can see through you.