Expressing Me

You copy my look,

Don't pretend you don't know,

You're not off the hook,

Don't try and lay down low.

You haven't got your own style,

But you say you have swag,

What I think of you is vile,

What you do is brag.

I wanna say it to your face,

You say it's not true,

If that's the case,

Tell me what you knew.

My hatred is growing.

The words are flowing.

Out the door, I'm going,

Damn, it's snowing.