Ultimate Low

I’d write a poem
About everything I know
I’d mimic your actions
But not yet have I stooped so low.
I could tell your secrets
Your insecure ways
Every single lie
Any time of day.
All of our secrets
We shared throughout the years
There are so many people
Yes, so many ears.
But I cannot do that
To a hater nor a friend
You’re the fucking Devil
Yet all I want is an end.
The gossip is so useless
From your adolescent mind
You ain’t no ingenious thinker, Bitch
And you’re nothing truly kind.