About a Bitch

I loathe people with a fake persona;
I sickens me as much as pneumonia.
For, I met a boyish girl recently;
One personality was sweet; the other was a homey.
She came over, and we started to fight;
A good day turned into a very bad night.
For, she considers me a hypocrite;
When, in reality, I'm just schizophrenic.
I cannot control my thoughts;
Despite the anti-depressants my insurance has bought.
I am quite a pleasant woman at group meetings;
But, people in my real life; I am not good beyond greetings.
This girl could have had a pussy and a dick;
For, she wants everyone to think she is a tough chick.
You know that L. G. is a man I hate;
And about him, we did debate.
At least, unlike him, I don't get high on illegal drugs and prescription pills;
Shoplift, and get other people to pay my bills.
L. G. is a man I will always detest;
Even after, under the ground, his body rests.