S**t

Getting things off my mind...

I am tired of this s**t!

My voice goes unheard,

my opinion is not important...

And so they all think,

they can f**k with me,

but they are so wrong!

They smell like s**t,

eat like pigs and 

barely do anything,

but he lets them in.

I am tired of this s**t!

Their voices, their crazy talk,...

Hate seeing their faces,

but I cannot say a thing...

Cause if I do, he might die,

so its best someone else make 

him die...

Cannot stand this s**t!

I want to kill them, 

with my bare hands,

and if not torture them 

ever so slowly, and make them

regret every word and action...

But I am not a real killer,

yet I think of it within my head,

so I wonder if I am s**t too,

Maybe so, yet not like them!

Tired of all this s**t,

 want it over with,

done with, they need to

leave, and take their s**t with them!