Frustration (For me or for you)

See its parts of me I wish the world couldnt see. I wish to keep that part secret, unable

to be free. It has wild intentions. The purpose to do wrong, to make pain real, 

real as it is in my mind, in my bones. Roaming and prowling, waiting to attack.

It feeds what is preceived. Right or wrong, it cant tell the difference. It strikes a nerve

and grants the motive to move as be.

There are parts of me that want to reach out and do harm, but its a cry for help. Trapped.

Trapped in the prison of my delulting thoughts. Back and forth they run. Wrong or 

right. I dont know, i cant have you decide because Im always wrong, when I know its 

right. The constant fighting of making you feel what i feel, or just let it go because 2

wrongs dont make a right.

I keep hearing its a matter of control but I know damn well that if i was doing this 

to you, your face would swell. Play the victim, scream and yell. Why i suffer, 

fighting what I know you'd do to me in a quick second. When it comes to you i

have to think twice. But when it comes to me, I have to accept an apology that 

was never given. Eat my words and feel my warth. Im mad as hell cus you dont

know what i felt. Some people cry and say "oh well its the cards you're dealt". 

Fuck you for thinking you can shrug ya shoulders and say "Oh well".

You make it hard to love you. You make it hard to wanna be apart of you. You give

me pieces of you that I cant see with my visible eye. While I find it hard to keep

me and my. You want me to consider you. while you overlook me.