I can't!

Fuck this, Fuck You!
I'm Sick of this, I'm fucking Through

I'm tired of dealing with your shit!
No need to be a fucking bitch.

Such a lively motherfucker.
You had me for a sucker.

Please, just go away
This time I won't sway.

I'm not an idiot
You're a bigot.

I don't want you pity.
I want your anger, you see.

I want to be angry all the time.
Of course, I can't stick to a resign.

I cut, so? What the fuck.
Got a problem? Go suck!

I cut cause I'm angry
I'm angry cause I cut me.

Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am.
I don't know who I am.

I know these verses don't follow.
To me though, they flow.

So to close my rant.
I end my poem with, I can't