Truth.

Cause of so much stress,
My words will make you a mess,
Come on answer back,
Or am I just someone you can’t hack?

Why are you so sad?
Am I that bad?
Up in your face,
You can’t run this race.

Heart so cold,
Don’t fit your mould,
Can’t handle my pace,
Can’t run this race.

Frozen to the core,
Don’t dare call me a w****.

I’ll carry on this stuff,
Keep making my voice heard,
Echoing teenagers across,
This god-forsaken globe.

Life’s a b****,
Wish I were a witch,
Cast you all into a ditch,
Your making me itch.

So take my words to heart,
I’m off to fall apart,
Hope these words case you pain,
Cause other wises there in vain.