Irritation prickles on my skin like cactus thorns
Frustration with myself at rushing to another's aid
When I'm sure they wouldn't so much as bat an eyelid
To see me in pain
No wonder I'm a misanthrope
People are all about themselves alone
And I feel over extended, under appreciated and annoyed
A host of negative feelings that bound up in me
Like bubbles in a balloon
Bursting when coming into contact with another
I must calm down
This unreasonable tirade must reduce
To naught
Until it is replaced by a sense of peace
For that the best policy would be to mind one's own business
And avoid people completely.
Frustration with myself at rushing to another's aid
When I'm sure they wouldn't so much as bat an eyelid
To see me in pain
No wonder I'm a misanthrope
People are all about themselves alone
And I feel over extended, under appreciated and annoyed
A host of negative feelings that bound up in me
Like bubbles in a balloon
Bursting when coming into contact with another
I must calm down
This unreasonable tirade must reduce
To naught
Until it is replaced by a sense of peace
For that the best policy would be to mind one's own business
And avoid people completely.
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