Angry
I'm tired of being taken for granted
Sick of of people plucking up things that which I have planted
Disgusted on how no one takes me seriously
Appalled at the ones who sneak about me curiously
Ashamed on how poorly i've portrayed myself
Angry at people who thinks of them and no one else
Distant from the world to the point of no return
Because I'm saddened by all the things that I have and haven't learned
Disturbed by the things i've seen and heard
And a little perturbed on account I couldn't find a better rhyming word
Lonely and scared because I have no one to lean on
Flabergasted of the amount of weight I put on
Exhausted from the amount of work iI put in
And fed up with all the work I do and not being able to win
I'm at my breaking point! tired of all these broken promises
Done hit my max with the atmosphere, foreboding and ominous
Sick of of people plucking up things that which I have planted
Disgusted on how no one takes me seriously
Appalled at the ones who sneak about me curiously
Ashamed on how poorly i've portrayed myself
Angry at people who thinks of them and no one else
Distant from the world to the point of no return
Because I'm saddened by all the things that I have and haven't learned
Disturbed by the things i've seen and heard
And a little perturbed on account I couldn't find a better rhyming word
Lonely and scared because I have no one to lean on
Flabergasted of the amount of weight I put on
Exhausted from the amount of work iI put in
And fed up with all the work I do and not being able to win
I'm at my breaking point! tired of all these broken promises
Done hit my max with the atmosphere, foreboding and ominous
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