Anger
Could you just shut your mouth for one second?
You ramble on about yourself and I
pretend to care about your childish things,
your stupid hates and immature desires.
But should I try to speak a word – you glare,
you criticize. For after all there's little
more important than you and your failures.
Ay, that's the rub, for even when you run
on and on it's never good news, always
about how you can never ever min.
Shut up! Grow up! And leave me be!
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