I get so mad.
I don't know why
I wish that I could stop
Myself from yelling at my mom
And glaring at my pop.
At times they don't do anything
(I said I can't explain)
Yet I react
So horridly
(I can't help but complain)
They don't deserve my anger.
They don't deserve my rage.
So I will write my madness out
And leave it on the page.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
I get so mad.
I don't know why
I wish that I could stop
Myself from yelling at my mom
And glaring at my pop.
At times they don't do anything
(I said I can't explain)
Yet I react
So horridly
(I can't help but complain)
They don't deserve my anger.
They don't deserve my rage.
So I will write my madness out
And leave it on the page.
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