In my heart is a meanstreak.
And its beginning to make me weak.
I'm hurting the ones I love with words.
Insults, and mean things is all thats heard.
I don't know why I am so mean.
It makes me unhappy and unclean.
I feel bad and dirty when I hurt.
I know they feel bad, but I feel like dirt.
My meanstreak is more like a meansea.
Hurtfulnes and meaness comsume me.
I swear I try to act loving and nice.
To be sugar coated instead of spice.
But it never works, I'm still this way.
Meaner and meaner everyday.
My heart is being taken over by this meanstreak.
And I swear I lose everyone in less than a week.
Submission Name: Meanstreak
