No Right to be Angry

I sit here, empty, blank.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
your words are empty,
and so are you.

so are you
so are you
so are you...

They say I have no right to be angry.
In that case, I resign.

questions about what I'm doing to lose weight,
the next job I'll have,
the next boyfriend.

Just leave me alone
and shut the door please.