Haters

I am 18 years old

My life has been quite the road

People don’t bother to know me

But that is okay because, you see,

I don’t put much effort in

Getting to know them either, so it’s okay by me when

They walk on past and say not a word

I won’t think them a turd

It’s only when they turn around

And throw my rep, my life, to the ground

That I tend to retaliate

And that they receive looks of loathing and hate

But it’s okay; I love my dear ones

All else, I will simply shun