If bitterness had a face, it would be yours.
If mean had a voice, it would be yours.
If malice was a person, it would be you.
I have never seen your facial muscles stretch.
Nor have I ever seen your eyes spark with joy.
Your words poison the heart, mind and soul.
If the soul was water moving in our bodies,
your body would be a hollow carcass.
Kindness is something you’d never know
even if you bumped it shoulder to shoulder.
Understanding doesn’t exist in your world.
Cruelty is your stride and legacy.
Envy is your wine and coffee.
Destruction is your leisurely therapy.
Humanity is not your specie.
Grumpy is just a pleasantry
when it comes to describing your personality.
I won’t say your name for anonymity
and because you are a hideous reality.