Understanding Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Frustrated is th word that sums me to a T.
Petty little children, doing nasty things to me.
I will always say my mind so that you would understand
But I wouldn't trust anyone who is always underhand.
Don't expect any hellos are any conversation
Because adults like you add to my frustration.
Lack of patience or understanding or love.
Forces me to my fist into a velvet glove.
Have to hit you all with some tough love.

I haven't got the patience to take any more.
I cannot waste me time wasting my breath
as all you ever do is bore me to death.
I don't want to know about minor celebs,
like Jade who was nothing but a pleb.
Why should I spend my time.
Paying for someone else's crime.
Understanding and patience, values i now lack.
Because of people who don't know jack.

i Siddiqi 02.05.2009