Anger

She's a given, and she's a *****

What about my happy smile every time I greet you ?
My arms flung above her head
And when she needs help to anchor herself she never calls me up

So I got angry ? Rightly so

I hate how this is turning worse, as I look at her so pure and poppy eyes

And I, in my ardent longing, to shy to tag along
And tired to wait upon

She comes and goes, frosts my world, and tears it apart
But I could not shout out to her delicate face

I gaze, I sigh, I sulk, at this cruel ***** that won't let me join her

I'm expandable, a tool, a player convinced he can win

But you really are at fault, no gratitude, no sense of courtesy, just a good looking girl that likes to hit