Do you know what sucks?
It sucks that people don't understand you.
Even though you've always been the type to understand others.
It sucks that half of what I do I get looks like I don't know what I'm doing.
Everything sucks when you don't know what you're doing.
Even if you got a job that states that you have the info in the bag.
You know what else sucks guys who annoy the fuck out of you.
Imagine your just doing your work and someone sitting right behind you says
Hey steph give me a pen and i won't stop talking or pulling your hair until you do.
You get so annoyed you get pissed at the fact why it sucks so much.
Like the school lunch sucks.
And the people kinda sucks too.
Some are mean.
Or rude.
Or even some are too up the asses about how they look.
I'm annoyed at some of these people.
What I tend to do is to stay away from those people.
Yes, I know I'm that cool when I'm with my friends.
But I'm not cool for other people to see.
I wanna be me to those people.
The other people are the real me and the fact is they get annoyed because they up there asses abou being fake.
Or flexing off on having a cool sports car and whatever.

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The Story I Never Told Anyone
Şiirit's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.