Why do I have to make people mad?
(Is it just, like, the way I am?)
Because whenever someone tells me something that is wrong
I explode just like a time bomb.
Author's Notes/Comments:
So now I have stuff to post, old stuff, and it may not be a lot but it seems like a lot to me.
Anyway this poem is about how I can't seem to simply be quiet when someone is saying something I disagree with.