Nit pick me I beg and plead  

My annoyance, has switched into compliance
Turning my creativity into defiance
Unorthodox, is hypnotizing
Know it's my smiling face so close to the glory
The cold crushing of my plates, feels more like a warm embrace
Twisted erratically
Your words, make me hunt for the taste
I do not care for your virtuous good deeds
Vicious, I may seem
Your facade, is appalling
I will still be here with no despair
Bitterness now sits in the air