She’s like a bug under foot,
Like the thought overlooked,
I clench my fists, my jaw and shirt,
When she’s there in sight or hertz
The looks she gives set me off,
Pettily looking, unapologetically there
My hate, it simmers
My anger remains
“Control your face”, “Be polite”
What they all say has to apply,
I want to scream, curse, offend,
But I can’t help but cry
The jar that fills always remains
The anger within, all that hate,
So full untamed
Quietly laying in wait
I’m forced to stay, listen, learn,
In that room under her
To shove it down, buried so deep,
I ***** it out clear and neat
Her voice, it angers me
Her face as much,
Forcing me vigilante,
In sake of her
Invisible threats that remain,
That frustrating defeat down within.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
She’s like a bug under foot,
Like the thought overlooked,
I clench my fists, my jaw and shirt,
When she’s there in sight or hertz
The looks she gives set me off,
Pettily looking, unapologetically there
My hate, it simmers
My anger remains
“Control your face”, “Be polite”
What they all say has to apply,
I want to scream, curse, offend,
But I can’t help but cry
The jar that fills always remains
The anger within, all that hate,
So full untamed
Quietly laying in wait
I’m forced to stay, listen, learn,
In that room under her
To shove it down, buried so deep,
I ***** it out clear and neat
Her voice, it angers me
Her face as much,
Forcing me vigilante,
In sake of her
Invisible threats that remain,
That frustrating defeat down within.