Gareth by Sarah, aged 14 from Cambridge, England Why on earth did I ever trust you? You think you hurt me, if only you knew. Your big fat head held a pack of lies, You said you loved me but truly you despised. What's the point of loving, if you call me a slut? You're full of sour hating, and that's just tough luck. So tall Mr. Fingernails, leave me alone, You’re number has been rubbed right outta my phone. Can't you accept its ova, without being so horrid? When we kissed and we hugged, who was I trying to kid? Maybe it was all a game, once you'd been through Lizzie, Now I hate you so much it's making me dizzy. Call me bitch, call me tart, call me slut, whatever, But you won't get another girl, ever, never. I can insult your dumb gayness immediately back, Here’s one - you're a lying, cruel little t**t. What bout this, your' hair's like a squirrels butt, Getting offended yet? But I've not said enough! You jokes are worse than Mr. Coe's, And you've got a big fat, pointy nose. You walk like a girl, you have huge fingernails, You don't tell the truth, just big lies and tales. Had enough yet? Well, I've only just begun, However, I would like to continue my lunch.