Look at ME! Look at ME!

I have a friend she is mostly made of hate.
And she wakes up next to something she calls fate.

I tried to tell her it was non sense
A dupery of a world so magnificent

She said, "Thank you dear,
But I am tall, you see
No buffoonery could have come from me."

"And,
as for you.
Your a Waste,
A haste,
of space
and time."

She said she was always dignified and truthful,
And her desirability was one of her many 'virtues'.

But then she went,
she faked and feint.

Till she failed.

And wept.

Tears.

Of hate.