When you're used to it.

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I can't see the point of trying
As every night I go to bed crying.
I don't like how you get things done
Either way you hurt someone.
I can't tell anything
Without you becoming offensive
Cursing us all, being defensive.
You shout at me
No words make sense in my brain,
You don't understand it at all :
The turmoil, the pain.
Maybe you do, you've felt it before
As you bring it out all on me
Only because you "Can't take it no more."
-T

Ok this was really short (well most of my poems are short) but I wrote this once when I was so pissed off at somebody. I wasn't even sad because I was used to feeling that way and I still am. I wrote this ages ago but things still haven't changed. If you feel this way about something or someone and you want to talk about it or just let it out please comment after this chapter. Maybe comments could be like your diary yeah? :)

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