I get tired...
Of dealing with these...personalities.
Why don't they ever
Let me be?
Attitudes from altitudes.
I try to be nice, but they're just...rude!
Their words
The most sour vinegar
Yet I constantly sugar coat
To save their world.
Soft egos with hardened appearances.
I have no time for these shallow existences.
Free to stab and jab then flee.
While I stand here bleeding and lonely?
Not on my watch, the times have changed.
And I will not accept it
No matter what your name.
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