The Boss
Well I wish you'd stop bossin me round
Youre getting on my nerves
The way you stamp me into the ground
Is more than one deserves
The way you squash me
And all that I do
I do what I feel
Its not up to you
You dont have a say
Why should I care
I do it my way
Cross me again, you better beware
Get Outta my face
You aren't my boss
It isnt your place
Your nastiness is your loss
You dont own me
You have no clue
What I love is up to me
It is not up to you
Every time you yell
About every little thing
It just says to me You havent learned a goddamn thing
This poem was written to make the person it lashes out at, wake up and listen and pay attention to the way your making others feel. Particularly me. You know who you are. Enough is ENOUGH
My-Chem-Kid · Fri Feb 02, 2007 @ 10:10am · 0 Comments |