Fighting Back

How long must I put up with this,
how long will this go on
I am sick of all the games they play,
the same old tired songs

This constant little picking,
these nasty words of hate
They fill my chest with loneliness,
I can’t and won’t relate

Always; so tiny and insignificant,
they grow to giant sores
Their brash and pompous attitudes,
I have, grown to abhor

Unfeeling little nothings,
that make me crazy as a loon
Whether its people or the way they act,
it seems to have ballooned

I am feeling like a coiled up snake,
a deadly type of asp
I’d like to sink my fangs in deep,
and bury their fucking ass

I apologize for nothing here,
and I am fed up to the gills 
These people are really pissing me off,
and for that there are no pills

Where the hell did manners go,
it’s never been about you
It was meant to be about everyone,
WAKE UP and get a clue

Take yourself and stuff you,
for this time it’s about us
I do not care how much you whine,
or how long you do fuss

One day soon you will get yours,
the shoe is going to drop
And when it does the weights on you,
and it’s never going to stop