Angry

I am so sick of being put down,

beat down; my smiles made to

turn into frowns.

Constant criticism of my flaws

piss me off and make me bawl.

Everything I seem to do irritates you.

Well, why don't you get someone to replace me,

fool, and be free of my stupid presence.

Wouldn't that make you more pleasant?

Or would you rather be alone,

drowning in your own irritableness,

crankiness, downright, miserableness?

I think you would be happier, actually.

So leave me be and set yourself free.

Go live alone and be a stone.