She speaks ill
She's like a pill
She is a side effect
Poison, reverse psychology, guilt trips and mind game reflect
She's so toxic from the pill she is that her brain has no memory to think
So she speaks before the ripple effect takes over
She wants all to roll over
To her grace like she's some Royce Discovery Range Rover
She can no longer see a narcissist has rubbed her of her empathy
Soon she'll be left empty
She's slowly becoming selfish and her life was worth it when she was kind
Eventually she'll become a lonesome wolf who will be treated how she treated others like bitter rind
Good for nothing but the bin
She has yer to learn the error of her sin