Pent up anger over my brother basically moving back in with us because he spends his money faster than he can earn it, than calling me lazy and saying I did nothing all day. At least I don't have bills that need to be paid, and at least I don't keep making the same stupid mistakes over and over and over again. Sorry guys, but here's the poem, rip it apart:
Anger so hot and thick
Your tongue is heavy with it
Words meant to hurt and penetrate
Flee from your caged mouth
Locked up for so long
Dust had started to grow
You couldn’t take it
That was the last straw
Heat radiated from your eyes
Your gaze never leaving his own
It was time
He had to go, get gone
Men were good at not growing up
Adulthood never reaching their pea brain
Thirty-five in your mommy’s house
Waiting for an unstable wife to be faithful once again
Stop with all the games
Get the hell out
