Their eyes glow hazel

Like a wart on a toad

Their face shines smiles

That make me want to hit the road

Her clothes lack effort

And her manner seems off

I wish i could hit myself with a brick

Because seeing her makes me sick

I dont like many things about her

Not her freckles her dimples or wrinkles

Her bags are so low so dark and so hollow

She musnt have slept for many tomorrows

I hate her manner

Her crystal clear tears

The way she looks at me

A rivalry and a hint of something new

I don’t like her

How she sits alone

Her thoughts to herself

What could she think

She must be a drone

I dont like her I dont

Not her ripped cargo jeans

Or her vintage bands tees

Her flannels and leather

Her shoes in any weather

She makes me feel sick

So if you dont mind

I will leave this meased up girl behind

[Ths girl the nararator or whatever is talking about is the MC in a WIP I have]