I'm Sick Of It

I'm sick of all the crap That you have put me through And all of the things That has caused me to become blue Like the color of the water In the ocean But I've swam too far to drown Beneath all of your commotion I'm sick of all the lies Sick of you hiding behind the truth You break off too easily Like the first bite of a Babe Ruth I'm sick of your harsh words They are as cold as the winds of winter You are way too soft Like a pop tart in the center I'm sick of you always Comparing me to other guys Am I better than them? Ha! I can think of a million reasons why I'm sick of you always Picking a fucking fight And saying things to instigate me Every single fucking night I'm sick of you always Putting me through the ringer Which is pretty similar To poop coming out of a sphincter I'm sick of it all But it's all worth it in the end Because it has molded me into the person that I am today And I thank the angel that was sent By Glenn McCrary © 2009 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)