Scorn

Scorn

I was provoked,
She gave me no choice.
I lifted my hand,
I would not turn back.

That fool of a girl,
Oh, I could not resist.
She stood right in front of me,
The path is clear now.

I had foreseen,
I knew all along.
She had provoked me,
And I reached my limit.

Begone!
For my scorn knows no boundaries.
One mere whisper of yours,
Oh the prowess it has.
Speak not to me,
For you may regret.

Your very face irks me,
I need not your help.
You are redundant,
So take your leave from the stage of my life.

Written by: Jialing