You hardly know me, yet you judge me.
A few moments, glances and words and you deem me unworthy.
Very well, I shall return the favor.
I think you insignificant, unimportant, trifling.
That which you seem to find so interesting seems dull and idiotic to me.
The look you so dashingly show off is contrived;
an attempt to be mod and en vogue, covering an inside both lackluster and hollow.
I have looked into your eyes and read your soul... and found you wanting.
You are a waste, beneath even the effort of simple acknowledgment.
Begone, you are worthless and debased in my sight.
