You brat
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
Your attitude makes me feel,
You have no respect for me,
You may say you have,
Yet in your actions, I can't see.
Spoiled brat, spoiled brat,
That's exactly what you are,
Why should I tell you,
What you are.
Wishing these days were over,
Wishing these days run fast,
Wishing for libration,
I am sure it shall come at last.
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