I see you in the corners of my vision.
I turn so fast my neck hurts, only to turn slowly back in sorrow.

To see a pretender standing before me; rage overcomes me how dare you stand where she stood!

You're only looking for a quick bang to soothe your void because the weight of your own failure is consuming you!

You vulture, you scavenger. You stink of desperation and your plays at seduction do not sway me.

Your shallow display disgusts me and I have no idea what others see in you aside from vulgarity and immaturity.

Because I see no beauty, no depth, no soul and above all no love in you.

There is no love in you pretender.