Little And Much Regret Poem by Miss Grace

I was so mad at you that I bit my own lip
The blood now I falling down drip by drip
All the stories you told that were fake
All these sense they did not make
I hate, hate all these happy ending story
I feel like evil herself not much like a fairy
A sainted soul now has a tainted heart black
Trying to pick herself up bit by bit in the dark
A story untold and an unsung is a common one
But irrespective of its size a stone remains a stone
All the deeds I did just to feel acknowledged
But when I realised my folly all the time had fled
A toast to my mistakes a toast to all the people I hate
I proudly sat I hate it all with little and much regret...