You

You fill me with rage,
I can not stand you.
All you do is brag
Or complain.
Or you correct me
Like I'm some dummy.
Why must you do this to me?
You think you're a good friend
But girl, you're NOT.
I wore my official dress
For FFA the other day,
And you said I looked stupid.
Right to my face.
Well, guess what?
I don't GIVE a crap if you think I look dumb.
I didn't ask you.
And when I sing the wrong word
Just one time
You have to correct me.
You can't just let me have fun?
You suck the fun
The laughter and happiness
Out of EVERYTHING.
And I'm getting tired of it.
I don't need you ratting on me all the time.
I feel awkward enough
Being a freak.
And people talking about me.
I know they do.
Real friends don't join 'em.
They defend their friends.
You?
You just push me around.
When I tell you I don't wanna do something,
You force me into it it anyway.
And in a way,
I almost kinda hate you.
You want me to go Emo with you.
But why can't you accept me for me???
I don't like to wear dark colors
Or get all mopey and sad
And complain about everything.
You act either as if you have it all,
Or have nothing at all.
I'm sick of your antics.
I've stood up for you
And I've tried my best to help you.
But you treat me like dirt.
You walk all over me.
Your a jerk, and I think you know it.
You want everyone to feel sorry for you,
Don't you?
Well, I'm not.
And it's obvious you're one big brat.
You think I'm dumb,
And I've tried my best holding back my anger.
And I don't like bringing it out at home.
That's not fair to my family.
So if you get one big punch in the nose,
That 'cause you just mashed my last nerve.
Guess what?
I'm DONE.
D-O-N-E, DONE.
I'm not getting
Pushed around
By you anymore.
Our friendship
It's what you crushed.
Didn't you hear it?
You ran over it with a lawn mower.
You get mopey
When you say you have no friends.
Maybe people would like you better
If you didn't whine all the time.
Once you were depressed
'Cause your mom wouldn't get you concert tickets
To see Ringo Starr.
And when she said no,
You whined to me that you were poor.
HELLO???
I've been to your house.
You have a PlayStation in your room,
And more junk than I've ever seen.
So stop it.
I am so done hearing you drone on
About what you do and do not have.
Goodbye.
Maybe now I'll be free,
Alive and happy,
Without you putting me down.
If I ever move
Far, far away.
The one thing I won't miss....

Is you.