What Makes Ruins

I've heard enough of this world. Enough to last a while.
I've heard enough of every near mile.
I've heard enough of your insults and your crude remarks.
You all sound like annoying dogs with even louder barks.
I've heard your nasty comments and not only to me.
I wish your mouths would disappear on the count of three.
I wish you would just go away. Far, far away.
And, until you learn to be human, there is where you'll stay.
I really do dislike you. So much I want to scream.
I wonder if it's possible for you to be as dumb as you seem.
I think I know the reasons why you think you're cool.
But, just let me tell you, you're a whole new kind of fool.
I don't want to hear it, how it isn't true.
Come on, just face it, this is most of you.
You're all concited. You're all just plain mean.
Being stuck with you is like being stuck in a bad dream.
Can't you all just shut your mouths? Can't you all be humans?
Can't you see your ugly attitudes are what's turning this world to ruins?