I'm sick of being lectured,
For something I can't control.
Sick of being told I'm wrong,
For something you don't understand.
You say your listening,
But you don't even try to understand.
At this point,
I don't think I belong.
You try to force me to do something about it,
Because you don't want to admit.
Admit I'm right and you're not.
You can't stand me proving you wrong.
So I wouldn't even play your game.
Because I know it won't help.
This sickness won't go away,
So you make me suffer from it even more.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PuisiYeah so some of these suck and some don't, some are happy some are sad, some are down-right depressing. But you know, I hope you like them. Or don't. Whatever.
