Not Worth My Time. Poem by Vasiliki Dolas

y is everything a issue
you constinetly want me walking round with a tissue
one day happy
5 soo very sad
seven so crazy mad
no ending to the madness
say you want more but except less
you hear me in the shower as i sung
yo say sorry as you have a slip of the tongue
telling me i change on a daily basis
everynight looking threw the cameras at all the pretty faces
cant bring anything into my mind
cant seem to get the words to find
nothing coming out tonight
saying goodby forever alright