Rhyming Poetry

I hate this feeling of utter distress!

Of loosing control when its all a mess.

Thoughts that won't leave, determined to stay.

When in those moments, I have nothing nice to say.

Of feeling unloved, so unappreciated.

That I'm taken for granted is so understated!

Yes, I get angry and feel like a fight.

But then I am entitled. I have that right!

Treat me only as fairly, as you would have others do.

Then I'd have no cause, to be angry with you.

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