Irritation is the parasite inside
The life sucking leech
That you cant seem to quite reach
It is the bile climbing
Up your throat
Attacking your tongue
Tears pushing
Behind your eyes
Begging to be released
Irritation is the
Lie in his words
The not being able
To function
It is the tick
And the tock
Of the clock
As you listen to his voice
Wanting to leave
Irritation is now sitting alone
By yourself
Thinking about
How your life
Was once worth living
But now is
The personification
Of irritation.
