Chapter 947
Maybe Later
There are some people
Who are happy to be a hater
They treat the ones they want
Like they are their personal waiter
It seems no matter how much
The other will serve and cater
They still act indifferent and smug
They want control like a dictator
Over all others they bully
They think they're greater
They only seem to destroy
They're not a builder or creator
No one can make them understand
It's like they need a translator
Everything is a shortcut or only halfway
Through life they've always been a skater
They can't see true love
In a heart they leave a crater
They're soon seen as
Nothing but a traitor
One only takes so much
From a perpetual violator
They walk out the door
Will they return - maybe later
Nobody