What Gives You the Right?

What gives you the right
To come in and screw up my life
Ever since I was born?

You made my life h***
And my grandpa's as well
What gives you the right?

You may be his wife
But you're out of my life
All at the cost of his.

You made me miserable
And my mother
And your now dead husband too!
You know I would have never done this to you.
But no, you go through men like a new pair of Jimmy Choo
Throwing them out when they're out of style.

What gives you the right
To be the damsel in distress
Even if he was your husband
And he's dead.
You never cared.
To you he was just an accessory to wear.
So what gives you the right?

The End

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