Bite Me

I hate it
the fact that i have to shut up
about the things i got to do
everyone has to do some shit
but i just can't take it
so i stubbornly throw a fit.

Now its about the anger
sensing the fatality
of the systematic disaster
oh, how i hate it...
i try and try to gather
but miss it bit by bit.

Pulling my hair out
i hate to be forced into
anything that i rapidly doubt
but i turn away from the clues
cause i cant stand the thought
of failing and disappointing you.

*Dedicated to all the poor souls who
have been forced to do research papers*


Note: Poem still highly applicable to other
shitty situations. Relate it to your own.