angry day

Since I have now deemed this angry day, here is my angry poem from anatomy class this morning:

I want to tell you so bad

how often you make me so mad

but if i just started going

the words wouldn't stop flowing

and then you would see

how mean i could be

you've got a beautiful soul

but you're burning a hole

in my patience and sanity

when you speak with such vanity

you don't mean it, i'm sure

but you speak with a purr

about the medals you've won

and the cool things you've done

don't you know that its not okay

to say the kinds of things you always say?

again and again i bite my tongue

when you act like a kid that's just been stung.

again and again i want to wring your neck

and scream at you 'what the heck?'

in your oblivious ways

you dampen my days

because you make me frustrated

and a little bit jaded

you're charming and sweet

but flirt with everyone you greet

because you want the attention

so you put on a big production

do you even see,

what you are doing to me?

and the people around you,

what you're putting them through?

okay, done with my angry poem.

On a more positve note, I just made funfetti cookies and I'm feeling a little more tolerable about life in general.