Fed up

And I’m angry
And it’s not at you
And it’s not at me
It’s these flux of reductions
Of wines, whines, gropes, grapes, and moans
I can’t keep up 
I can’t keep a pot luck of emotions
The motions you’re putting me through
I can’t stand the stench of your passive stew
It’s an explosion of corrosion due to your emotional bottled brew
I can’t digest this sarcastic casserole
Your words sautéed in the stench of thoughts untold
The sugar coated “I’m okay"s caked my mouth with a bitter taste
I’m left with a full plate of trust and when it comes to feeling I hate waste
I eat up till I throw up everything you dished
Garbage disposal switch on
I’m finally finished