In short, I'm ******...
Honestly can't believe
I gave up your bliss,
for this?

******* galore,
doing nothing but menial chores.
As usual, at first
it's always a pretty door.
Then you step in and soon realize
you don't wanna be here anymore.

At first it was ok,
but it always goes down this way.
You try to fit in,
but they're all riding on
a different hay wagon.

Bliss filled ignorance
dipped in chocolate
then giving me ****
because I'm not eating it.

And talent...
it's always hidden before seen.
So before they've see mine
there's no point in them being mean.
They're smiling, but I can tell they're faking
I find it a little irritating.
I'm tired of suppressing these feelings
but now I'm thinking I need to express them,
so I can begin the process of healing.

I'm a little on edge, please be wary
my state of mind is sure to vary.
To the next ******* who denies my being
a big fat F U is what you'll be seeing!