I'm Fed Up Poem by Sawsan Khalil

Stop, Stop, Stop,
I'm fed up
Stop pointing your fingers at me
Saying things about me
You and You and You
You don't know what I go through
To write all those poems
In which realm we can buy optimistic
In a realm that making me sick
Or in a realm that shattered my chest
From East to West
Thank you for giving me the bitterness of taste
You and You and You
What's wrong with You
My pens are screaming
My words are weeping
I'm fed up of those
Who making me a withered Rose