Poetry is my way of yelling,
About all the little things,
That are happening
My expressions,
Are my deep emotions.
Of all those,
Who have cut my life into emotional tension.
Its funny how much I hate,
The little things about you.
And yet ask why?
I wonder all day and night
About you?
I need someone,
Who will care about me.
Like I wasn't just like anyone,
And who'd smile at me,
Because I was simply
Me....