Sick of It

I'm sick of it
You're like a bomb
Primed to go off
at any time.
You yell and scream
and throw a fit.
You're above it all
is that it?
I'm sick of your moods
I'm sick of your hissy fits.
Because you know what?
You're a hypocrite.
One word sets you off
and you burst into flames.
So quick to accuse
to start a feud.
So quick to attack
to persecute.
Try me, I dare.
It won't get anywhere.
I'm sick of it.
I give up on trying.
What's the point?
You refuse to listen.
You're not the best.
You rule through fear.
But nothing ever lasts.
Your end is near.
Category:~Angel Wings~
Category:Poetry