Negative Vibes
You bring your own tribe
Of negative vibes
You make that dumb face
That cuts like knives
It’s passive aggressive
And too excessive
The littlest thing
Your manic depressive
Your anger is stout
And when it’s let out
Everyone’s affected
By the words you shout
You couldn’t care less
You’re truly, a mess
But we all keep quiet
Or no one will rest
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2022
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