• I.
    The worst feeling in the world for me
    is not saying exactly how I feel.
    Holding in my words until they rip at the seams of my mind like trapped rats.
    Until I'm bitter and so full of problems that solutions are few.
    But when I do:
    I'm either too emotional, bitter, jealous, moody.
    I cant ever freakin' win.
    But this is what i get being
    a woman among men.


    II.
    A heavy burden weights down on my tongue.
    It seems the only to cure UE(unattainable expectations)
    Are Itunes and Windows media player,
    but he prefers we call him WMP.
    They drown out the sounds of my own thoughts
    With rock bands that defy the laws of volume,
    People that read my heart inscriptions and turn them in to
    Perfect guidance counselors.
    Itunes is always my favorite but WMP stays true,
    But I’ve never stay mad with the world with these two screamin’ in my ear.


    III.
    You always manage to run off at the mouth.
    If your mouth had feet it’d wouldn’t lose a race to Charles Hamelin.
    Each syllable delivers a Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris kick
    To my patience.
    And not once have you said something sweet, or considerate
    Without it being followed but a Kayne remark.
    It’s funny how you can piss me off and when I return the favor
    It must be that time of the month.
    I swear if Itunes and WMP were physical men
    I wouldn’t be standing here.