It's difficult no doubt,
but I can't complain.
It's tiresome of course,
at times makes me insane.

But what do you know?
You live the same as me
But lucky you, you just go ahead,
but you don't ever see.

No, you don't see that pattern.
Mundane is it's course.
And you wouldn't hear me,
even if I screamed myself hoarse.

But never mind that's alright.
What else can I expect?
Because you after all made this,
For you I no longer have any respect.


© AquarianAce