I am done, I am tired and I’m beyond irate. This world I reside in is not what it once was.

I am done, I am tired and I am beyond irate. A place that was once full of life, laughter and joy is now full of dread, trends and heads that will not bend.

I am done, I am tired and I am beyond irate. What’s the point of helping, to care and to love if people take a helping hand as a sign of war. Hear them roar?

I am done smiling and laughing

Groups of people scream at me that I’m not smiling the appropriate way. I am done

I am tired and beaten

I help a man and lift him up calling him by his name. I am struck for not saying it properly, like I did it to offend him. For I assumed something he was not, that means I must be punished and thrown like *******. I am tired and beaten.

I am beyond irate

I help another soul only for them to spit on my face due to the mark I wear. For the S is far superior then the bat and to think otherwise is treason they don’t care for my reason. How could I support a man so violent? How could I not wear the S proudly on my chest? But surely this person I just saved can humor me? Surely this person can listen to the side of the bat?

A simple gesture is made with their elongated *******.

I am beyond irate.

One cannot help, one cannot speak unless the ones listening like what is being spoken, one cannot listen unless the speaker is approved.

I am done, I am tired and I’m beyond irate. This world I reside in is not what it once was.

I am done, I am tired and I’m beyond irate. Guess this is checkmate.