Why I'm So Angry all the Time

Every time I get close enough to a person to call them a friend,

Something goes wrong I lose them.

 

Anytime I need something done,

I have to do it alone.

 

Folks are rarely there for me,

And that gets me frustrated.

 

And I can't seem to find

the charger for my phone.

 

Sleep is just a crazy dream in a perfect world,

and I never get enough of it.

 

Not but one or two appreciate me for who I am,

And they seem to be the ones fartherest away from me.

 

I just can't seem to lose enough weight or do enough work,

And those who think of me always seem to forget.

 

I've been put down so much,

And I've been told my opinions don't matter.

 

I'm too clumsy,

and I'm always sore or my muscles are aching.

 

My mom is at work till late,

And my dad is NEVER away from his job.

 

I have to be a leader,

Even when I haven't even been a follower long enough to know what to do.

 

Everywhere, and I mean everywhere,

I always seem to hear stupid arguements.

 

When I try to help with anything,

It comes back and bites me in the butt.

 

My pencil lead is always too dull,

And there is never any good chance to sharpen it.

 

I sit behind her in several classes,

But I'm so lacking in self confidence that I can't even say hello most days.

 

To far too many people I'm a report card and a walking textbook,

because nobody cares long enough to figure out I have a personality.

 

I'm always under pressure,

And my every mistake is ridiculed and publicized to an illogical extent.

 

I have to dumb down what I say to a lot of people,

But if they would use context clues they'd understand.

 

I have to put up with some really dumb people,

And rarely do I ever get to have an intellegent conversation.

 

There are a lot of people and a lot of drama that I can't keep myself away from,

which is just crazy because I don't have time for much of either one.

 

According to my dad, I'm some lousy teenager with no sense of importance,

But I try every day to prove to him I'm not.

 

Seems like most people I know, when they have a problem, just go tell their buddies,

But my buddies won't listen, won't help, and won't stick up for me when I'm not around.

 

The only people in this word I'd call my friends are high school and older,

so they always have their own agendas and can't stop everything they're doing to talk to me.

 

What that means is that I don't have people to talk to 9 times out of ten,

Which really, really sucks.

 

I have to hear about things I can't even change,

because remember, my opinions don't matter.

 

Somehow, though, even though my opinions don't matter,

every other person's opinions do matter.

 

Half of the time I'm feeling sick,

And the other half I'm too tired to know.

 

People see the crud I have to deal with on a daily basis,

and they wonder Why Am I So Angry.

Author's Note

Thanks for listening to my ranting. Comments and ratings are certainly not necessary