I'm confused by everything you do,
You threat and cuss,
Turn around and make a fuss,
Act sweet and friendly,
But on the inside you’re deadly,
You try to get me wild up,
And once you've think I’ve hit my top,
You turn around and smile,
It makes me sick,
Like I’m the one,
Not acting mild,
Not only does it make me sick,
It makes me confused,
-Back me up my friends,
Cause it seems I have nothing to loose.
*Augh, I’m not going to say anything. This seemed the most appropriate out of my angry poems... notice how it’s not very angry...*
