Your resting bitch face
Has moved from dormant to active.
Now it’s scary;
Not-just unattractive.
Red with anger;
Sight set on me.
I wish that you
Could just let me be.
If not, please speak,
In a much calmer voice.
But, it’s not your fault;
You-say you’ve no choice.
Like you’ve the right to behave
The way you do.
Like, you just can’t help it.
As-in… I made you.
That’s a tough way to live;
No control of emotion.
You must feel like a dingy,
And that life is an ocean.
NOT FOR RANT 