Is it you? You? And you?
I've stretch myself so thin
I am bagatelle upon my weigh-in
With my self proclaimed diagnosis
I have chronic stress
Because I have no place to vent
Constantly annoyed with a short fuse
Who would listen? You? You? And you?
Composure is the hiding ground for your emotions
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
In the world that I live in being selfish is the norm
Everybody wants something
Do good and become good for nothing
Everybody seeks their own interest
I try to be good and become stress
Friendly but you aren't my friend
That is how the story end
I'm genuine and you are pretend
23-02-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem