Poetry

I see you as not an asset to my life
Why will you not listen to a thing I say.
Because you want things your way?

I am not a mean person ;however you have become an ogre......
I will not live my life in a bubble for you are anyone else.
It makes me sick, as sick as you.


My freinds are scattered everywhere, I go to sights to vent by writing poetry, that you were never interested in-My ire and anger started to flow and now it is like a sleeping volcano


Why don't you just let me be.......Because you don't know who you really are.