I Finally Realise What I Am To You Today.
-Disposable.
When Half The World's Alr Known Of Your
"Get-Away", I'm The Only One Who Doesn't.
I Don't Like To Put Things In Here,
In SIMPLE ENGLISH.
Well, Simple As That,
If You Ever Cared Enough,
You'll FIGURE Hard Enough,
To Decipher The Words I Meant To You,
In My "So-Called-Essays".
I Don't Return.
And Why?
Cux Of All These Drama.
Your Rantings Are Within My Frequency- Bearable.
I Just Need Some Space To Breathe.
Or At Least A Lil' Breather's Time Out.
I Cannot Be Cooped Within Your Box Of Negativity.
I Am Slowly Losing Myself,
Dwellin' Within This Sphere Of Negativity.
It's Like Being Swirled Around On Thin Ice,
You Never Know When You'll Drown.
It Like Waltz-ing With A Tiger,
You'll Never Know When It Chooses To-
Not Remain Human-Friendly.
There Were Calls,
And There We Texts,
You Could Have Informed Me,
I Still Would Have Liked That Better,
Than A None-At-All.
Well Maybe, On The Other Hand,
I Was Also A None-At All To You.
Buuuut,
You Decidedly Chose To Shut Me Out,
And Jam That End Button.
Should I Applaud?
And Play A Game Of Politics?
Or Should I Bawl?
And Just Sweep It Under The Carpet
Fer It To Accumulate?
You Want Authority Don't You!
Then Tell Me WHAT TO DO!
Cux I Don't GET IT!
What IS IT THAT YOU WANT!
When I Play A Lil' Mind GAMES,
You Accuse Me Of Rebelling.
When I Party Too HARD To Shut My Feeling OUT,
You Accuse Me Of Being "Useless".
And When I "Whine" And Try To Tell YOU Where
The DARN Problem Lies In,
You Accuse Me Of BEING Childish.
Then Again,
When I TRY To Be Nice,
Caving In To All Of YOUR Drama,
I Get Accused Of Being "TOO Quiet".
WHAT On THIS FLAMING EARTH DO YOU WANT!
*In Exasperation! Of Cux*
I Don't Get It!
It's Harder Than Rocket Science.
Your Like A Thriller,
Where The Storyline FUCKS WITH THE BRAINS.
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Oh Well.
This Is Why I Say.
Life Sucks!
Don'tcha Think?
