Cross
I am cross...I am angry,
and I am hurt,
for no reason at all...
But I rant
and I rave,
Tear up
and throw things,
with little thought at all to what you think...
Because I am cross...
Go ahead
and call me crazy,
I dare you...
My mood swings,
they scare you,
I know...
Dont think
I dont see it in your eyes,
the anger you feel
because you're sick of my cries
and you're stuck with me...
Because we're in love...
And some days
I'm not so mad,
or angry,
or hurt,
and I smile...
And you remember
who I was...
When I wasnt cross....
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