Why did I need to be the good one?
Why did I have to consider your everything?
Why did I need to be the mature one?
Why did I have to adjust to you?
Why did I need to be the bigger person?
Why did I have to understand you?
Why did I need to be the victim?
Why did I have to suffer?
Everytime I enter the doorway,
I tighten my cap in inhale,
Everytime I hear a slander,
I bite my tongue not to retort.
Not to explode,
Not to throw a destructive word.
What is with this foolishness?
I swore that I would have patience,
But I have been suffering for years,
Everyday of this pathetic display,
Of children vying for attention,
In a disgusting suit of adolescent sapiens,
They pollute every cell under my nerves.
Take a deep breath,
Smile and say nothing,
Push those frustrations,
Down to the deepest part,
Of my being.
In the middle of,
A hell, a kindergarten,
Full of arrogance and cheap little justice,
From a crowd of defective brains,
Unable to develop a tiny bit.
Two years it would take,
To escape from this fate,
I still have three fourth,
Hope my endurance lasts,
Without dying in vain,
Destroyed by ignorant idiots,
That could not tell,
Right from wrongs,
The left from right,
Tsk.
Why did I need to consider their eyes,
I could not even reach them,
Too low to see,
Sometimes I even wish,
To just let them drop dead,
My mind, became twisted,
I know it is dangerous,
But I cannot help it,
For seeing them die,
Is better than being,
A plenty of water inside a bottle
Kept from bursting.
JovialMask2023
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