Poems

You

Congrats to you.

You tied your own noose.

You walked right in your own trap.

You sit there and constantly complain about carp.

Well I've heard enough.

In fact at this point I'd be happy if my ear drums bust.

You cant be happy because you won't open your eyes and find a way to get free.

You twiddle your thumbs and hum sad songs.

You throw pitty parties and and wallow in depression.

When all you need is a me session.

You cant try harder.

You cant fight back.

But because your lazy...the motivation is what you lack.

You pretend your brave you pretend your strong.

But comes the battle and to hiding youve already run.

Your a needy, greedy little wimp.

And when the final blow hits, you'll be blown to bits.

Hope you can handle a search bc no ones gonna help you get the pieces of your heart from the dirt.

Your annoying to the core.

And time things you talk about cause people to drift off and begin to snore.

Your not as pretty as you could be.

Because in your own shadow you've lost ability to see.

Your a nut case, you prefer life in ditaste.

You make me sick.

When your alone and cant do anything because your so hiking up in a world that refuses you.

Maybe they'd accept you if you didnt press they're buttons.

Or maybe they'd not even notice when you've made a master piece.

But what's it matter what the world thinks.

You can manage without guest.

You can manage if you'd get off your ads and put yourself at test.

But continue the way you have. And you'll have nothing left.

If you cant then in your grave I hope you find rest.