dynamics
I, try, I do.
I’m not perfect, same dances come up
if ignored you push even more
foul venom spewed from your mouth over a space for a car? what for?
I try, I do, but why?
you can’t be pleased
the toddler in your brain,
rips me to shreds and i just sigh…………….
me to shreds and blame me for more
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Omg! I’ve lived this poem. You caught the feeling of dealing with immature people in the most perfect way!