What fresh invention,
Breaking with convention;
To press down with anger,
And drive firm with depression.
Comfort in the arms, of a
Thorny ex. Bathed in attention.
A hopeless obsession- the silenced
Tongue wags,
In this quiet procession.

All that pettiness doesn't upset me,
Honestly it amuses me more than anything,
Words don't do nothing but give me humor,
People always talk **** about you,
It don't matter what you think of me,
The only thing that matters is what I think of me.

You're only talking **** about me,
Because you're not happy with yourself,
Life only gets better when we become better,
Make better choices not the same ole ones,
I don't react but I sit back and see the truth,
Emotions are unavailable,
Emotions are dangerous,
Emotional attachments get the best of you.

Stop allowing your emotions to control,
Control your emotions not let them control you,
Can't tell you how to feel,
But the way you deal with everything ain't cool,
Channel your emotions better,
The way you deal with your pain is unhealthy,
Being pain doesn't make you have to hurt others.

We bring the pain onto ourselves with our choices,
Not all the choices we make are the right ones,
What we think is right isn't always right,
The empathy of life is very important,
You gotta see things from every way,
Can't just see things our way,
That would be unrealistic.

A mosquito chomped me!
It hurt, so I got mad at it.
I shooed and swatted it away,
over and over again,
but it wouldn't leave!

Minute after minute
Swat after swat
Mr. Mosquito went splat
And a small wave of victory overcame my hurt.
Small.

The chomp was still there
but the mosquito wasn't
Did my revenge really make a difference?

Stop with the self righteousness
with that **** of the hip, hair flip,
tongue click pettiness
A round of applause for that display of selfishness

Stop with the villainization
I am not on trial and you’re not the judge nor the jury
Call me in contempt of court
But the true crime here is your self-victimization

Stop with the alliterative grade school names
Petty Betty and Salty Sally perpetuate your immaturity
Childish Chelsea double dutching that rope
Spitting her rhymes like it’s all just a game

Stop pretending it’s a joke, like your words hold no meaning
We all know you sit at home sharpening your syllables like knives
But you’re not the only butcher in town, I’ve finally found my cleaver
I’m ready to fight, I’ll leave you reeling