Woman vs woman…

Face shots. I know your ego is sore. My blank stare is an idgaf. Creating your gestures of discomforted expressions that shows I’m under your skin. Just by being me I win and I don’t have it in me to play that game. You’re triggered and I figure ours your issue displayed across your face. As the silly side of me wonders what you’d do if I were to whip my around in your direction real fast. To see if I can get you to jump off the ledge in your mind. Bcuz hope you’re looking at me confirms I bother you. So for the giggles let’s say I give a lil tudage when I look you up and down. Are you just wanting to hate me from a far? Or is it, there’s jitters beneath the surface that you wanna get off your chest? Mood swings. Are you feeling a certain type of way? Dies my presence infuriate your mindset. Bringing hate along for the ride of emotional distortions. Why are you glitching? Becoming a different version of who you were before I walked in the room. Is your silence that gives you away. The reflection of e in your eyes not entertaining your childish behavior. The only reason I noticed you was bcuz I needed to bypass you. I don’t even know you. Haven’t even thought about it. Your demeanor is just off. It’s a violation of the moment we crossed. Bitter sweet. You’re ugly and I’m living it up. Complications of my best life AB’s the worst response. I wouldn’t wanna live inside of you. To be trapped behind that mug is prolly why that smear on you wear is worn upside down. I’m not that important to you in the way I could care less to even sigh on your behalf. Girl please. Go find a sunset to be mad at…