Poor me

I'm sick of this fake
These people who moan and groan
Life is too short to waste
Those of you who care

One minute sky high
And then you drop
I hate when you frown
When you put yourself down

I loved you
And then I got over it
Now you make me sick
Because I know you love that grit
You love the way misery brings emotion

You love to create your own pity
Once, twice, thrice I will hold you and cry
Oh how very witty
But I know it's all a lie

Searching all around
Crawling on the ground
You waste my time, my friendship
Where I could put it to use you shit

Life is life, live with it
Poor me no longer cuts it
All those tuts
From those of you who think me mean
Try it yourself and we'll see whose keen

Put up with some lowlife
Who pities them self
So wrapped up in their own cotton
They cannot see love
Its sick and rotten

So goodbye to you
And goodbye to your viciousness
You conniving liar
You fake, you cheap
You are no high flyer

No more!