Fake ass people

Fake ass people make me sick

When I can't deal 

I respond to it

Fake ass people make me sick 

When did I become your sis or your bro

When I can't deal I usually ignore them

I'm grateful not hateful.

The problem is I'm a part of it

Bombarded by comments by hypocrites

And haters. They call my parents like I'm thirteen. They think they're so perfect

But I have news for them.

I would do it all over just to take the abuse.

I suffered and sacrificed for my art.

They still call my family when they know nothing about me. 

Fake ass people make me sick.

They live in their fantasy world and all their pretty pictures. They think they have an empire or a dynasty. They are not Crystal or Alexis or any of the Colbys. This is not Falcon Crest or Murder She Wrote. 

But all I'm saying is what I really think.

I have spoken. 

Fake ass people make sick.

Yes! You! 

You have always looked down on me.

You have always been filled with comments about my family and I.

You are so narrow you can't see what right in front of your eyes. 

I should tear you to shreds. 

But my claws are being pampered and I'd rather not get upset.