I am filled with anger
Negativity
Judgment
To my last pore
Not a moment passes when
I'm not distracted
By an angry or a negative thought
I criticize and I'm being criticized
Then I cry
Because everything is so hard
And life favors the strong
After you die people write and say
So wonderful things about you
But no one says anything
While you are still alive
Do I need to die
In order to be loved?
