Rhyming

Well, doesn't this just bring you down?

Your flattering is making me nauseous.

Your words are making me red.

Your compliments are making me aggravated.

There's really nothing that should be said.

I have done nothing to be rewarded of your approval.

I have done nothing that needs remarks.

I'd rather just live out my life on my own.

Except under your uplifiting sparks.