Rough Day
My day has been pretty rough
I had my patience tested to the max.
swallowing my pride
I kept quiet.
Knowing deep down she did not deserve it
Every award giving to her
Was a slap in the face waiting for me.
Tears cried and blood boiling
I am trying to let go of it
my conscious is telling me something different.
Why do I have to pretend like it isn't bothering?
Why doesn't anyone understand?
it isn't there name being trampled on
so why would any one care?
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