You yell at me like I'm dumb
It really makes me sick to my tum
I know I'm not perfect but darl
Is it really necessary to snarl?
For give me if I'm not quite right
But remember you're out of sight
This is going to be the shittest poem
Bit I don't feel right with you and so on
When you act like you love me
I feel like I'm the most happiest person
And then I do something wrong
Apparently you perfect and always strong
Where do I go right? Why always so wrong?
