If I could

These words I would say at her funeral, if I was invited and if she would die. . .  Such evil as she never dies unfortunately.

She was a total bitch to me since she first lay eyes on me,
She hated me the more I loved her son,
Her love was no love at all, it was just jealousy.
She was mean,
She was ostracizing,
She was hurtful, inhumanly so.
But not to me but to him,
and because I loved him she hated me,
and because he loved me she hurt him.
In the end she won, he’s not with me.
At last the wicked witch is dead.


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