Frustration

Frustration exploding onto paper (or a word processor in this case). Those close to me wearing my patience down.

F**k off
F**k away
I want you to shut the f**k up
and get out of my face
I'm sick of your goddamn nagging
because your words are f*****g dragging
me down where I don't need to be
How the f**k do you sleep
at night
when you think you're always right
How is your self not sick of you?
Throw a f*****g pie in your face
before I throw a fist
You're f*****g lucky I'm nice
because you'll be so glad I missed
with my fist
Why do you have to pull me down
Do you think you'll feel better
if you're sure we'll both drown?
I want you to shut up and begone
Why can't I think and feel
what I want to think and feel?
Why do you make it a crime?
Are you judge, jury, and executioner
ready to make me do time?
F**k you
f**k you
F**K. YOU.
You make me wonder
if there are any safe spaces
left on this Earth
I don't know why this persists
or what it's all even worth

Author's Note

opinions welcome