I hate this feeling of utter distress!
Of loosing control when its all a mess.
Thoughts that won't leave, determined to stay.
When in those moments, I have nothing nice to say.
Of feeling unloved, so unappreciated.
That I'm taken for granted is so understated!
Yes, I get angry and feel like a fight.
But then I am entitled. I have that right!
Treat me only as fairly, as you would have others do.
Then I'd have no cause, to be angry with you.