My Problems Are Getting Better, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

I've had a broken toe for several months;
My anger displacement blames it all on the old runts.
For, I live amongst a bunch of witches;
Who are mostly all evil snitches.
Because all they want to do is gossip about everyone
around;
They have to start as much trouble as they can before they
end up in the ground.
They used to always have a comment about my weight; fat or
thin;
That is where my hatred for them begins.
I have been diagnosed with anorexia nervosa;
The old woman didn't know they were insensitive; duh!
You're not supposed to say insensitive things to one with an
eating disorder;
They were really crossing a border.
But, I'm no angel; gossip I do;
With my man and friends; a few.
For I can be mean, and I can be nice;
It's all a matter of rolling the dice.
But, if I hold it all in, I'll either get depressed or
explode;
Because holding feelings in is a heavy load.
So, my man and I talk constantly to let it all out;
That's what a relationship is all about.
But, the things we can't tell each other; we tell our
friends;
And, boy, the chaos never ends!
Posted: 2011-11-07 13:31:47 UTC

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