Anonymous Ghurl

I'm sick of the bullshit
The rumors and lies
The rot and decay
And the swarm of black flies
Sick of the people
Who wallow in waste
And tell their sweet lies
That leave a bad taste
Sick of the treachery
Betrayal, deceit
And the ones who keep score
Like they save a receit
Sick of the groups
And sick of the cliques
Sick of the guys
And sick of the chicks
Sick of the sickness
That claws at the soul
Of all of the people
The young and the old
Sick of the weakness
That most claim they own
When they have more strength
Than the ones who are all bone
Sick of the feeling
Of feeling so sick
And sick of the ones
Who play this sick trick