Her

She wears many faces
and I hate them all
To call her a bitch-
is an insult to dogs
She gets happiness
only from deceit and shame
She thrives on creating
misery and pain
A drama queen
she feeds on sorrow
The world would improve
if she died tomorrow
The manipulator-
triangulating to control
Twisting the truth
just to watch me fall
I cant comprehend
the depths of her darkness
Anyone near her
soon sinks into madness
Deviously cunning
Sly in her planning
If only they knew-
all the poor souls she's scamming
She portrays herself
as the victim, the martyr
All the while saying
she cant see whats the matter
Her reflection in mirrors
only she sees as lovely
Someone should tell  
the blind fool she's ugly
Using, abusing
Smear tactics confusing
She thinks she's ahead
but I know she's losing
Her soul would be black
if she had one at all
Question her motivies-
and you are a threat
No-one deserves what
she makes them get
A disgusting disgrace
but her time is nearing
Watch as she burns
how many are cheering