I’m sick of this day,
I’m sick of this week
I’m sick of the words, you chose to speak
I’m sick of this school,
I’m sick of this town
I’m sick of everyone pushing me around
I’m sick of the girls, turning me down,
I’m sick of still looking like a clown
I’m sick of this life,
I’m sick of the time
I’m sick of being forced to stay in line
I’m sick of the lies
I’m sick of the hurt
I’m sick of the pain of being treated like dirt
And do you want to know what makes it worse.
I do almost everything to try and impress
the way that I act and the way that I dress
I’m sick of everything that I chose to do
I’m sick of everything, especially you.
Jake MacMillan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-sick-10/
